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The creation continues incessantly through the media of man. But man does not create... he discovers. Those who look to the laws of nature for support for their new works collaborate with the creator. Copiers do not collaborate. Because of this, originality consists in returning to the origin.
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The human heart is as a frail craft on which we wish to reach the stars.
 Thinking about it for the Fables EP - what we build from Nature . . .
Aye, workman, make me a dream,
A dream for my love. Cunningly weave sunlight, Breezes, and flowers. Let it be of the cloth of meadows. And—good workman- And let there be a man walking thereon. I'm told, Tomaž Šalamun once said that the most political poems are those that do not intend to be political.
With the release of Earth, the 8 track Nature EP is complete. In a sense, it is true to its name: as nature, sprawling and uncompromising. My fear is that it asks too much, is too hard to make acquaintance with. Does nature similarly ask more than we can give, or is that the nature of ourselves? For this, too, I have named the collection. But we can only write what we are given. We cannot give what we don't have. And I believe there was no way to go forward into my next work, Fables, without expressing these first songs writhing within. That is my nature. My hope is that someone somewhere will have a moment in which these songs say just what they have felt, and it will be like the bend in a wooded trail, an outcropping of rock, vistas opening, upward soaring.
Earth, the final track from the Nature EP, is now on Youtube. Says William Blake in Earth's Answer, from Songs of Innocence and of Experience: Prison'd on watery shore Starry Jealousy does keep my den Cold and hoar Weeping o'er I hear the father of the ancient men Selfish father of men Cruel jealous selfish fear Can delight Chain'd in night The virgins of youth and morning bear. Does spring hide its joy When buds and blossoms grow? Does the sower? Sow by night? Or the plowman in darkness plow? Break this heavy chain. "Man has places in his heart which do not yet exist, and into them enters suffering in order that they may have existence."
This morning finished tracking the first song of the Fables EP... In the attic as on mountain peaks, the solitude, the silence, the spinning earth pulls out of emptiness a truer self...
Says W. S. Merwin in Pieces for Other Lives: ...Some might bring flowers saying Nothing can last Some anyway Held out their whole lives in their glass hands Sweeter than men till past the time Some with a pure light burned but over Their heads even theirs Soot wrote on the ceiling An unknown word Shutting your eyes from the spectacle you Saw not darkness but Nothing On which doors were opening... Says Stephen Crane: I walked in a desert. And I cried, "Ah, God, take me from this place!" A voice said, "It is no desert." I cried "Well, but - The sand, the heat, the vacant horizon." A voice said, "It is no desert."
 The perfect place to work on the lyrics to one of my next tracks.
 Open this old box I found. Whatever gift it made, whatever it once held, there is only a name: Mrs. Wm. H. Mellody. That is melody.
We're through the bars
Through the closing jaws We hold what we love in sharp days and broken laws Go up on the strength of my arms Child for you to rise is why I go down... ". . . a poet buys this power of words to utter all the grim secrets of others at the cost of a little secret he himself cannot utter . . ."
From one to another. As the poet says to his own beloved: "And thou in this shalt find thy monument When tyrant's crests and tombs of brass are spent."  Dawn breaks upon the beach
Freedom in reach We struggling refugees Come each to each Borders like water Fluid they falter Only one thing makes us the same I am your neighbor . . . The next single from the Nature EP will be Sunlight.
Says Kahlil Gibran in The Prophet: ". . . if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure, Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor, Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears." |
