Beautiful piece. Love how you weave in the deceptive cadence. The musical metaphors remind me of a line in the Ray King episode of Sex in the City. "Play me like the bass". It's the only way she can connect with him.
Finally, finally I found space/time to read this series straight through. Marvellous. I find myself eying women on the street and gauging a) the length of their hair and b) attempting to correlate the measurement with an assessment of how things are going in their relationships. Sublimely happy? On a Tinder date? Ready to walk out after 15 years?
Brave, honest, funny, insightful writing - totally enjoying the movement between abstract/dreamlike/stream of consciousness, gritty visceral details, and bang-on metaphors. Keep the instalments coming!
Less disparately impressionistic than some previous installments, this now becomes deeply concentrated and verymoving. And the merged forms of playing: "A practiced touch to hold my center, to touch my string that lies on my soundboard, to raise my pitch." What a sentence, Mary!
everything was pushung up to this chapter and i will have re-read it less distracted refreshed before continuing...how can i be learning stuff ? 🤣😉
“We were deaf, could see the sound, but had no dance.” ♥️🔥
Beautiful writing...
That was absolutely stunning. 🙇♂️
This was so great
Thank you for sharing your music. Not often done in our 'advanced' society. Primitives shared. We should.
Beautiful piece. Love how you weave in the deceptive cadence. The musical metaphors remind me of a line in the Ray King episode of Sex in the City. "Play me like the bass". It's the only way she can connect with him.
Finally, finally I found space/time to read this series straight through. Marvellous. I find myself eying women on the street and gauging a) the length of their hair and b) attempting to correlate the measurement with an assessment of how things are going in their relationships. Sublimely happy? On a Tinder date? Ready to walk out after 15 years?
Brave, honest, funny, insightful writing - totally enjoying the movement between abstract/dreamlike/stream of consciousness, gritty visceral details, and bang-on metaphors. Keep the instalments coming!
Just wow, Mary. So-real-you-can-touch-it musical, instrument-playing metaphor - glorious!
And this: "We were deaf, could see the sound, but had no dance." What a verdict in eleven words!
Zooms in and out taking me on a emotional rollercoaster. Great post.
Less disparately impressionistic than some previous installments, this now becomes deeply concentrated and verymoving. And the merged forms of playing: "A practiced touch to hold my center, to touch my string that lies on my soundboard, to raise my pitch." What a sentence, Mary!
Love these metaphors, Mary. So rich.