Robert (gurdonark) wrote,

Worthless words workshop remix

I often notice how I have basically twelve things to say in this journal, and spend a great deal of time saying those things over and over. It's a lot like being really good at playing "This Old Man" on a twelve-tone glockenspiel, and therefore playing it over, and over. And over.

Perhaps an even more direct form of rerun is to take an old journal post from the "memories" section, and set it to music as a spoken word piece. It may be that "sweeps" season is not over on television, and thus such remaindering is inexcusable. But I offer in mitigation that I heard a wonderful set of bell-like tones by the Belgian artist Click, who records, as do I, on When I had morphed and mangled his bells into a new piece, I felt that all that was missing was words. Worthless words, one of the seven principles of my theory of poetry:

Gurdonark spoken word piece: Worthless Words Workshop, with grateful thanks to Click of DiSfish and for a wonderful bell sample.

  • The Misplaced Bishop and the Dropped Queen

    Today one of my postal chess opponents committed a blunder, losing a queen. He resigned a few moments later, leaving a note that he accidentally…

  • The Rain After the Cold

    This morning I finished reading Edith Wharton's novella "Bunner Sisters." I found the story compelling. The rain fell solidly last night.…

  • Before the rain

    I got out this morning to take a walk, to get my exercise in before a storm moved in. I walked an hour in our neighborhood Glendover Park and the…

  • Post a new comment


    Anonymous comments are disabled in this journal

    default userpic

    Your reply will be screened

    Your IP address will be recorded