This morning I simply could not get out of bed. It was as if all of the ideas that have been spinning in my head converged on my subconscious and plumb wore me out. I recall having word dreams that transformed into compositions all through the night in my sleeping consciousness. It was a wild ride. Something of what I can recall is below.
Lifting.
Drifting.
Leaving the page.
From one piece springs new melody.
Find your line through the tunes of another mind.
And lift it from the page.
Technically, as I fell victim to sleep rather early last night, this is yesterday's composition.
Friday, January 28
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Daily Composition
This commences a one-year cycle of daily compositions. I will write an evocative, literal soundscape composition each morning and post to the site. What I hope to gain, is immeasurable. What I seek to learn, is incomprehensible. What I seek to share, is everything.
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