Category Music
Eons Upon Eons
~~~~~ A train whistle sounds in the distance, shifts and moans, jams with the night. The critters are there, hiding, stalking. Nest of coyote pups yips, demanding now their mother’s home; me first me. We might find the process disgusting, gross, though sometimes, we’re fools, without wit, wisdom of a court jester, or a town […]
Following
Flowing Through Time ~ Philip Brent Harris ~~~~~ Where are we going? Where have we been? Watch the camera take the pictures now, on our journey to other times and other places. Video to encode sound and feel, language. Music, art, stories and, oh, so many things serve as our time machines, although static. We […]
Like Most Things
Much Laughter ~ Philip Brent Harris ~~~~~ Days gone by since I’ve let my thoughts express my thoughts. What the atman passes through me. Some, I write originate with me. Some, I attempt to capture before they slip away from me. I don’t know how it works for others, poets, writers, artists. Which, like most […]
Until We’re Gone
~~~~~ Must we always hack our way through the most difficult stretch of the world? For, if we look, we’ll find our own path. Our trail may have trials but grants us with treasures we have hidden along the way. Our core expressed as only we can, even while others fail to notice; cannot comprehend […]
Turn SCOTUS Roe v Wade Into Voting
~~~~~ Roe, Roe, Roe your vote, you know just what I mean. Verily, verily, verily, verily, strife is just their scheme Wade in the water. Wade in the water, Wade in the water, we’ll win Good trouble turns out voter. Turn, turn, turn out and vote. There is a reason, learn, learn, learn. Know a […]
Sing to Me Sweetly
~~~~~ Sing to me sweetly. I would know your song. Let it infuse my marrow, join my half heart. I shall be carried on the lift and lilt of music, until I realize I’ve known your tune all along. More, that you have known my tune as well, words conveying wonders I hope all witness. […]
Improvisation
~~~~~ A Rapid Meditation on Ives Trio for Piano, Cello and Violin Where Did That Come From The way in life we come together, walk side-by-side and harmonize. Go our separate ways, rehearing The musical influences we shared. Will we muse on it from then on? Think it but a passing fancy, soon forgotten. Distant […]
New Molds to be Broken
Rising of the Moon ~ Philip Brent Harris ~~~~~ Flow through me like a river from the tiny spring where you begin. Above the lakes and streams watch dragonflies and damselflies hover in an everlasting dance of movement. Iridescent colors where no pigment exists, show how movement exposes more than life alone may ever truly […]
The Egg and the Hen
Navel Gazing ~ Philip Brent Harris ~~~~~ How do we recover from our mistakes? Is it only going forward or moving on? What if it entails a loss we cannot face, or, not a mistake, but a treasure gone? A loved-one to whom you don’t speak. Are you waiting for them to say sorry? When […]
To Capture All
~~~~~ Out for an evening of music. waiting for the world to speak. Flowing through my fingers, now, anticipating a lightning strike. Or it could be that nothing comes, though that is not my expectation. Only our concept of time, perception will tell what this evening brings, whatever will come through me guided by my […]
