So this thing I went to last night was the last of three haiku Worksop at least they were based loosely around the theme of haiku . Last night as well as the sushi, we shared poems ( the one about the shoes/ trainers) was based on a prompt. We also did an experiment of listening to music while writing. Now this is my usual state/ however I often write a groove either prior to writing I’d after the first few words have presented themselves. This time I was presented with a rather beautiful auditory pallets of woodwinds ( remember I’m a classically trained girl player - I really connected with this sound- a wind quintet I fell into reverie at the strange abs beautiful nuances these instruments ate capable of.) is there anything more poignant my body seemed to say. Right now? Taking me back to teenage years Como tell immersed in this kind of tone works the characters pooping away on Reed instruments tge beautiful rasping if a bassin, the wheedling whining snd just sublime beauty of the rich clarinet , the flute half awful half divine, the oboe . And .. ooo er I’m
Waxing lyrical again gotta get off the train
Burns a hole in my chest
These autumnal sounds
Visceral woodwinds of
Pentatonic bliss
@chrismyth02 Feb 2022
Love the story behind this; perfectly conveys the way music can strike us in the moment.
@roddy Feb 2022
I've read this several times now. It's very good.
@misterdemp Feb 2022
this works really well
keep on writing your haiku
your very own way
@kahlo2013 Feb 2022
Nice not a haiku… it would be fun to hear this as the music you describe!