To edit..definitely not finished…i used a piece of writing for inspiration for this…but credit too Gold Mine Gutted by Bright Eyes the song i listen too on my walks through the woods near my house..
sometimes, when embarking on a journey, travelling somewhere probably of little importance, perhaps on a walk through the forest or down by the river or even driving along a road. i will stop and close my eyes as i reopen them, i try to imagine the land around me 600 years earlier. the neverending trees, the landscape and what it would have been like to be the first man to discover such beauty, and then reality a word that we’d all rather avoid, sinks deep inside, there is no such wonder left in the world and even in those places, the places i would choose to accomodate and write at, a place of tranquility and outstanding beauty. It only takes on little electric fence or a cement path to take me out of the tenuous illusion and bring me back to this reality.
We are constantly tethered and relying on some sort of safety line. A battery powered torch when in darkness, a map to guide us or a screen to warn us. Perhaps a phone to communicate. These things have made me realise that weve sketched out a new world over old and that they are in two seperate universes; all that is old is lost, despite the remnants of it we see everyday.
An intelligent and very gifted friend once said ‘Music, harmonizing or not, is a kind of replacement for the natural world.’ so that before civilization, the world would have been a place of such immense wonder and confusion, so grand yet terrifying in a way, unthinkibly massive and majestic the feeling that it gave us, the feeling of mystery and amazement was somehow hardwired into us. Then the world became a commonplace, mapped and conquared by sons of adam and daughters of eve. The mystery that was, left our common mind and those of us that chose a path not of greed and violence replaced that feeling with something different, it is then that music came along. Music is magicc, full of wonder. that, that we find hard to draw and retrieve from the natural world now. A new connection had been born, music, to me; helps me to imagine the world maybe as it once was and it is in a way awe-bringing and inspiring for nature.
