Still
Apr 11, 2009 sojourn
Still… a beautiful, multifaceted word with several meanings, often used as a literary device in novels, prose, poetry and song. This morning I got to thinking about this word in two totally unrelated ways.
As a DIY songwriter [get ready for an off the wall analogy], I kinda consider my self to be running a still, yes, as in moonshine. The plumbing and methodology is different from any other still. I might funnel the elixir into a mason jar or flask or bottle (media delivery), and it won’t likely taste (sound) like any other moonshine, but that’s OK. If you like it, you’ll drink (listen) and hopefully come back for more.
A couple of days ago a heartbreaking dose of reality I can’t seem to shake… this week I got stopped in my tracks by news of a singer, who I only met once, and not even by name, had recently and tragically taken his life. I was rather profoundly still as I contemplated the sadness of the news, in the futility of why. I wrote a bunch of lines, here’s an extract, maybe it’s poetry, maybe a lyric, dunno, but I need to listen to the still, small voice inside me telling me to get it out:
it’s all good
till the waters get rough
and enough is enough
I thought you understoodmaybe I can
step down off of this ledge
so I can pull out this wedge
and the splinters from my hands
I’m a firm believer everything happens for a reason, some call it luck, fate, God’s sovereignty, to each his own. But there’s a reason I went to ATL first week of March and was fortunate enough to see this singer so incredibly express his art. There’s a reason he’s gone, but somehow still here.
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