Hum.
I was watching the news tonight and they did this whole big thing about Mr. Ledger (as is commonplace when someone dies) and they showed him in very recent interviews and at least twice that I saw he referenced death, but his death specifically (once referencing Nick Drake). I find it mildly disturbing to see him in that kind of place, but I find it more disturbing that no one seemed to pick up on it. Maybe I'm the only one who thinks that.
Anyhow, that's not what this whole post is about (I've been without the net for a while, so you'll have to excuse the sudden influx of posts). I took some advice goven to me by Era which was to sit down, listen to some classical pieces and write...Actually, she suggested do it while high, but that would be a near insurmountable task, so I did it whilst not high.
I listened to Fur Elise, Four Seasons (which is gorgeous) and the Moonlight Sonata....I'd heard the first two quite a few times and I recognized the last as a piece my ex girlfriend (who might be reading this, so hi) used to play a bit on the piano, but at that time I never knew what it was called.
The Moonlight Sonata made me feel....Well, alone. Very lonely. Apart. It feels, to me, very moody and poetic, but it's within the reach of normal people; which is to say that everyday people could sit, listen to this piece, and get something from it, I'd say specifically, though, that strange, empty twistedness somewhere beneath your sternum and just above your navel.
Anyhow, upon listening to the Sonata, I came up with this. Short and a little...Well, something. Read on.
Anyhow, that's not what this whole post is about (I've been without the net for a while, so you'll have to excuse the sudden influx of posts). I took some advice goven to me by Era which was to sit down, listen to some classical pieces and write...Actually, she suggested do it while high, but that would be a near insurmountable task, so I did it whilst not high.
I listened to Fur Elise, Four Seasons (which is gorgeous) and the Moonlight Sonata....I'd heard the first two quite a few times and I recognized the last as a piece my ex girlfriend (who might be reading this, so hi) used to play a bit on the piano, but at that time I never knew what it was called.
The Moonlight Sonata made me feel....Well, alone. Very lonely. Apart. It feels, to me, very moody and poetic, but it's within the reach of normal people; which is to say that everyday people could sit, listen to this piece, and get something from it, I'd say specifically, though, that strange, empty twistedness somewhere beneath your sternum and just above your navel.
Anyhow, upon listening to the Sonata, I came up with this. Short and a little...Well, something. Read on.
He lay there, upon the doorstep of his maker, the darkness creeping in not only from the edges but from inside him too.
Dishevelled, cold and alone. Not just alone, but lonely.
As the darkness further encroached, the only thing left in his eyeline was the moon, large and full. It hung there in the deep, inky blackness and watched.
It watched as a silent tear rolled down his cheek.
It watched as he took his last breath, and it watched as the man ceased to be.
Dishevelled, cold and alone. Not just alone, but lonely.
As the darkness further encroached, the only thing left in his eyeline was the moon, large and full. It hung there in the deep, inky blackness and watched.
It watched as a silent tear rolled down his cheek.
It watched as he took his last breath, and it watched as the man ceased to be.