Tuesday, January 8, 2008

The power of ...

One. After. Another.

They are the minute breathes of personified or objectified real creative thought ... the pulses and impulses littering the soundscape. They are pollution, clarity, obscurity and mystery – as much as they are confounding, confronting, instructionist and obligatory. They are history, present and future. They are gifts and they are returns. They are the wrong size and the wrong colour. They are inappropriate, hateful, racist, sexist and politically opportunistic.

They are doors or windows slamming shut and shattering glass. And silence. Or both.

They are wind, rain, fire and dancing. They are laughter and tears, resolve and dispute, common and uncommon ... they are the sun, the moon, the planets and they are the way we know how to get there – and what it looks like and feels like when we do.

They are coming home. And leaving again.

They are a look. A sound. A scent.

They are fear, apprehension, joy and derision.

They are life and they are death.

They are what it looks like and feels like.

They are what it tastes like. What it's made of. What colour it is ... how long it takes ... where it happens, why it happens, how it happens, who knows it's happening, happened, about to happen.

They are where they are and with whom. They are why. When. How.

They are what if, what was, what might be, what could be, should be and they are what can never be.

Maybe. Maybe not.

They are characterful and characterless. They are charming and abusive, seductive and repulsive. They find themselves aligned in long-winded paragraphs of exposition and they also find themselves ejaculated into being within short sharp rounds of gun fire or argument. They argue and forgive. They expect and they resist creating expectations. They are barren and furtile. They hate and they love, cloud and clear, close and near, rain, sleet, snow and desert.

They eat and regurgitate, skate, ski and turn keys – opening locked doors, chests, firing engines of cars, motorbikes and triggering deadlocks. And guns.

They are safe and unsafe. They arouse and ignore, they save and they fail. They shoot to kill and they run for their lives. They explore and explode. They walk, ride and ramble.

They fly ... and they hurtle toward the ground. Crashing and burning. They start fires and cheat death by seconds. Or not.

They burn buildings, capsize ocean liners and pluck rotten fruit from the desiccated earth. They exercise and exorcise. They have faith, a little or none. They believe in everything, something or nothing.

They are more than the sounds that come out of Actors' mouths. They are everything we see, hear, feel, experience, understand, misunderstand, loathe, love, admire and detest about the world of sound and vision on screen. Any screen. Any poster. Any trailer. Anywhere.

I, for one, won't miss The Golden Globe Awards this year. The worth of one is the value of many.

Monday, January 7, 2008


Happy New Year!

It's been too long since I paid my blog any attention. Since September of last year, I have looked at it every now and then ... and on one occasion when sleep was my worst enemy, I read it all from start to finish. It helped me consider the constants of my life (apart from my cigarettes) ... and it made me realise that there is much to be said for living an interesting life – free from traps (of ours or anothers making). It also made me consider a myriad of experiences I am yet to write about ... and it made me wonder whether I should. Or can.

Distracted by the pressures associated with keeping my little communications company afloat, I have begun to neglect the stories of my past. I think I have done this because documenting the experiences of my past has served to highlight the inadequacies of my present ... and the undercurrent of doom that bubbles away below that vision I have of my future. And the future of others.

I haven't made any New Year's Resolutions this year. I have floated peacefully and without expectations into 2008. I have enjoyed conversation, contemplation and watching the cricket on the TV. I've slept and relaxed and caught up with special friends ... people for whom 2008 holds a promise of travel, adventure and debt-reduction.

There are many common tones and higlights in the colours of my life when I compare them to the colours of the lives of some of my friends – and it's time to consider a colour revolution. Something other than pink.

What colours will your 2008 consist of?