Scotch and Soul, or at least Maker’s with lime
February 23, 2006
Got to hang out with dear old friends Jesus and Satan for a moment last night…
What do you talk about when the subjects of love, history, and destiny are verboten?
Music, of course.
(What do bagpipes, the Roots, Sonny Stitt, Sonny Rollins, and this post’s title have in common? Kento knows.)
Sometimes, it’s all okay. Such is the human condition. We feel, we fight, we share, we persevere, we search, we continue. Jobs, homes, lovers, dreams, come and go. Friends remain. Love takes many forms. What comes out as meaningful in the end, what worthwhile, what ends up as true, will be interesting to see. One thing is for sure - be careful what you assume is a current truth. What you assume is a Truth truth. What is good, what evil, black and white, right, wrong, pure, tainted, saved, doomed, universal, personal. Where is the light? Where does it come from, from good, from above, from heat, warmth, sun? Oh really? Then from whence the song? I call into question all that I know and need and believe when I ask: where is the voice?
max commented
on February 24, 2006 1:43 am
I read your post on flickr, so i dropped by to comment since you said you’re not getting enough feedback.
My guess is that trying to get comments out of a post such as the one I’m commenting now isn’t easy considering that you’re not really trying to make a point of anything in particular, it’s a very general post (I guess that’s how you intended it to be) so reading it may not (it didn’t in my case, i’m replying to your flickr post) give one the urge to reply anything specific to it.
It’s hard enough to get comments when you talk about very specific issues, like i do on my own blog, but then again feedback for me is just an extra, i’m happy enough having 20-30 people that i consider smarter than average reading my views. My real feedback happens live, when we debate over endless bottles of red wine.
Perhaps bringing out specific issues and trying to create dialogue over them might get you more comments. It’s an idea.
I’ll be checking out your blog from time to time, to see what’s new. If you speak italian you might enjoy doing the same with mine.
cheers
Boobie commented
on March 1, 2006 9:36 am
Love is the only truth, if sometimes a fleeting one, and it does not perjure itself for having passed.
And, I may be misundertanding your last few lines - pardon, if I am - but when you ask, ‘where is the voice,’ what are you really asking? Is The Voice you, is it Self? Do you feel lost in an expression of doubt or bewilderment, as if the fabric of your Self is correlated to the coherence of your feelings or to the articulation of those feelings? Is that expression of doubt less clear or assertive than an expression of Truth or Beauty or something similarly absolute? What is The Voice (when described that way) but the vague contour described by one’s expression of self into a reduction of self down to a barely perceptible relief overlaying one’s words, vague context against which one measures the adequacy of that expression?
For me, there is a distinct voice in your words and what you are saying resonates, so I’d say you’re coming in loud and clear - especially measured against my own load of rubbish.