A banquet of sound, black vinyl, white noise; orchestrated decibels, perfect pitch. Deconstructed platter, good taste, good poise; just desserts, justify a burning itch. A scratch which turns attention; an etude, a miscellaneous menu, so […]
… a sonneteer's journey (Tim Grace)
Tag: music
In Loose Contort
From that which lies about us we construct plausible solutions; scenarios that help explain what life, by chance, has plucked as this day’s harvest of ripe curios: people, events, time and place alongside those artefacts, […]
Renovated Dream
I’m living in a renovated dream. Walls come tumbling down before my eyes. Rose-coloured glasses wash away the theme of ‘tangerine trees and marmalade skies’. Gone is the porter, that plasticine man. Gone from his […]
The Invisible Thread
Spent last evening with invisible thread. Beneath a crocheted installation, a gossamer of words were spun and said. And so wove the night, an incantation of elevated thought, lifted to a lilt: hoisted on updrafts […]
Enough of Words
Not all that I write is to be read, you see. Lift your eyes from this page. Enough of words. They talk of freedom; speak of liberty. They are tethered, tarred and feathered. As birds, […]
Amplified Invasion
An amplified invasion so disturbs the peace; a cavalcade of decibels on drill: marching the streets, pounding the kerbs. Exploding sound-grenades and mortar shells. A wall of sound, invisible to touch, yet so capable of […]
