A slow day that started with a dark tiredness, listlessness. I awoke with stomach pain and wondered if the stomach represents a connection to the world, as though Bergman's effusive stomach was an outpouring of something. Mine is more knotted, contemplative perhaps. The moronic politics of lying, blame, and selfish bitterness in Britain, and the wider world, at the moment, would sadden anyone, but ignoring these fools is the best option. Politics is an essence of gossip and ego, the domain of the loudest cackling moron, and yet these squabbling idiotic chickens can have power over us all.
To art. I started to day by recordings some vocals for one of the Burn of God songs, Lullaby From Your Cells to Your Mind, which is the Bach-like Air On A G-String sort of tune. It's a song sung by cells. Cells, this community of creatures, perhaps perceive our overall consciousness as a sort of god-being:
Sleep and rest your tired mind and dream of a better day, our god, dream of the people of your world who struggle for your love.
Like most of my words, the poetry is more important than how the fit musically; unless I'm working on a specific pop-song that is. There are an infinity of choices and structures available to choose from.
I then re-framed a print of The Paranoid Schizophrenia of Richard Dadd, print number 12 of 100. I framed this yesterday, but there were slight dots of white dust in the frame (the framer's regular curse!) so I just had to take it apart and reframe it. This uses mirror plates to hold the print in place, which is both secure and kinder to the frame and materials than nails or 'points'. I sold a photographic print years ago and for reasons of correct limitation have designated that print 13, so the one after this will be print 14.
This afternoon, worked on the Kyrie intro again, adding some monk-chant like vocals, and finalised the production of the Confession song, although the vocals are to do. The song is in B-flat minor, partly because the next song starts in that key, and I wanted to preserve this flow.
Then, wrote a poem for tonight's Nantwich Speakeasy poetry group. I like this groups because we talk about the poems rather than merely read, and generally have just one poem each. A lot of poetry groups can be a bit ego driven, people really reading too much of their own work and not caring about others. A large group with a small number of poems works better, although, it necessarily means a very varied quality, but then, we can each choose our favourites.
I'm keen to get this album out of the way as soon as possible. Perhaps I'm too impatient. Life is learning, training, exercising, fitness, becoming better, and these things are best done slowly and with rational consideration. Nothing too fast, nothing too slow but at the most efficient place. If the album takes a year, at its most efficient, then that is the right time. No must has taken me this long, but learning new skills and pushing to new areas necessarily takes time. Nothing easy is good. That which is difficult is good.
