I had a hard time writing last night. Going back to Ambrosia, who is now, Amelia, helps me remember why I’m writing my book. Getting lost in music helps too, I think. Always. (Inspiration for my novel found here.)
I
Walk
Empty streets
Dark concrete
Nasty puddles
No rain for days
Water still reflects
Visions of pain
Find me
I went there again
Corner club
Jazz, yes, always
Door man nods his head
Let’s me in
Watches over me, usually
Smokey air fills my lungs
Heart already lost, deep bass
Sunglasses hide his eyes
Head swaying
Beard in layers
Sorrow fills the room
Music consumes
Quietly I wish for you
Collar up
Heels click on the floor
Lyrics speak
Like a dream
Beat soothes my soul
I’m no one’s treat
Here for the beat
Tonight’s for me
Needing to breathe
Needing to feel
Needing music
Whether scared
Lost
Sad
Gone
Music helps
Mostly, I need to breathe
Help
Center
Me
Weeping…I know that place and I know those puddles. Love you sis
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Love you, Sissy. I’m so glad you understand where my mind has gone. I need company.
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We are the same sister…and I am always your company ❤️
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I know you are…why are you so far away?
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Really…your gonna go there? 😡
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Well…maybe not…could. 😦
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Your characters (and music) love to help you remember! How nice 🙂
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Thanks, Lindsay. I think they truly do! 🙂
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Music is therapeutic for sure. I hope you like mine? It’s jazz too. Have a listen to “Midnight in Manaus” for a fantastic guitar. Then there is “O Rio Amazonas” for the sexy saxophone. They will be out in about a week in my album “Manaus Where Two Rivers Meet”.
Leslie
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I need to get over there and check them out!!! I have a feeling I’d love your music, Leslie. I love a sax. Okay, checking it out asap!
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Hey Audrey,
The new album isn’t out yet. Maybe it will be released by the end of the week. Have a listen to some of the other music from my other albums. There are 3 albums out already. Sahara Rose, Monkey of Sousse, and Osaka Time.
Leslie
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Okay, will do! It may just what I need for writing tonight. Yay!
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Great, enjoy.
Leslie
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Wonderful imagery.
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Thank you, Starr!!
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I love jazz music, and better still, jazz bars. I lived in Buenos Aires for almost 3 months. Argentina is a night country. By that I mean that people are awake at night. There are great bars with different themes and even free theatre (you pay after whatever you want). Anyhow, I’m not a bar person, but I am a culture person. We found this really cool live jazz bar. It was dark inside and there were about three levels. You could either stay on the main level and hear/watch the live jazz, or you could go down some stairs to one of the other levels to just have background music. A great place for some nice conversation with a friend or a group of friends even.
However, I’m sensing in this poem that the person wants to be alone and reflect – have some ‘me’ time. Jazz bars are good for that too.
🙂
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I’m definitely a culture person, too. I love experiencing life. I think we could hang together quite easily, Staci. Sounds wonderful!
Yes, I think you’re right. It helps me to write poems as my character. Helps me feel where she’s at, ya know.
Anyway, thanks for the lovely comment today. So fun!
~Audrey
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Oh ya, we sure could. If I’m ever in Texas, I’m giving you a call. You do the same if you’re ever in Vitoria da Conquista, Brazil 🙂
By the way, I posted the writing process meme today. Check it out when you get the chance.
–Staci 🙂
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For sure!!
I was just heading over there… 🙂
Yay!!
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Amelia?
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When I wrote the short story her name was Ambrosia. When I started the novel in November her name was switched to Amelia. My favorite name. Strictly coincidental, I assure you. Ha! Duke surprised me with that name in a story of his. He does that a lot, Susan.
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He’s amazing, but don’t tell him I said so. Wouldn’t want him spoiled.
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He is amazing, Susan. I agree.
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Music always helps! And jazz is the best. *big smile* Is everything okay, Audith?
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You like Jazz, Duke? Wow. *wonders if that big smile is hiding something*
All is okay, this poem was thought of by Amelia. She can really be something. I envy her, a lot.
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I love jazz!!! It is, yes.
It’s always good to have a hero. But I’ll bet Amelia shows your strength frequently.
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Ahh, I should have known this about you, I think. I don’t think you’ve ever mentioned it.
Yeah, I think she may. It’s a wonder, for sure.
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Really? Well…it’s true. *smiles bigly again*
It is.
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*covers your head with a pillowcase*
Stop it…I think I liked it better when you didn’t tease me about your real self.
Do you think so?
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Oh, okay. (I don’t think the pillow has a pillowcase…)
Well, yes and no. Personalities usually come out through writing, wouldn’t you say?
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Keep doing it though, okay? (I’m okay with that…)
Yes, which is why I sometimes have a hard time writing her, as she is me too much, I think. Sometimes.
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Well, it sounded as if you thought it was horrid… Now I’m confused, you know.
I think I’d enjoy reading this very much.
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No more than I, Duke.
I hope so…
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Music is a double-egded sword, in my opinion. Not for nothing one should keep the old saying in mind: Where music and its instruments are played hypocrisy grows in the heart as water makes plants grow …
Man is the master of his feelings and, normally, this is non-negotiable. If one starts intoxicating himself, he will loose his “I”, ultimately.
Therefore, what should be pondered in advance, always is the question: Do I rule the music? Or does this music rule me?
In other words: After waking up from a possible surrender, have I moved towards my “I” or did I potentially move away from it?
The first leads to a better understanding and realisation of one’s underlying strenght and, therefore, improved mastership to concquer life.
The second, well … you have written the poem you have written, haven’t you?
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You’ve given me a lot to think about…give me a few minutes to think. Thank you.
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De rien.
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So, your first thought of hypocrisy. Why? How so, exactly? Asked because she doesn’t see it and wants to, nit because she’s looking for a fight.
Is music, in your opinion, intoxicating me incorrectly? What should? Writing through my feelings honestly? Maybe?
Wow, okay, I understand. Music is probably soothing me. How would I know if it were ruling me. What should be ruling me? My feelings?
Hmm. I’m not sure, actually. I believe towards my I…
It’s all so deep and I do love deep thinking. Thank you for the challenge. I have thinking to do now. I may have a problem.
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I took the liberty and made this matter a separate blog.entry on my blog: http://salvaveniaxxl.wordpress.com/2014/04/29/the-dualistic-prowess-of-music-or-beware-of-hypocrisy-my-beloved-soul/.
Kindly, have a look over there. 🙂
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I just finished reading your post. Thank you for taking the time to enlighten me. I have a lot to learn.
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Me, too. 😀
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Music helps me, too. 🙂
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It is so important!! 🙂
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Can you imagine life without rock and roll? I can’t!!
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Good grief, no!!!! Ahh! Would be terrible, I think.
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I didn’t mean to spark an existential crisis! LOL Can you imagine life before Elvis’s swinging hips? Before Dust on the Wind? Before Queen? Before Heart? I can’t. It’s part of my very fiber.
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Haha! It’s part of mine, as well. All but…Elvis. Really? Not for me, but I am thankful that he was brave enough to swish them around for the ladies back then..lol.
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If his hadn’t swished, rock would not be the same! And I picture him in his early movies, not the overused white jump suit. He is before my time, but I love his Blue Suede Shoes. 🙂 It’s classic. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T1Ond-OwgU8
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Ooo, let me have a look!! 🙂
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And Jailhouse Rock! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gj0Rz-uP4Mk LOL Music changed forever.
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Okay, I’m a listening! LOL
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I hope you’re liking it. 🙂
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