“Our feelings are the most genuine paths to knowledge.” Audre Lorde
I'm Sure It Was The Clarinet Yesterday I lost a feeling within, it surfaced and I couldn't quite locate its origins, and it slipped through my ponder for all to see, it left me feeling irritable and restless, it might have been the clarinet buried in the background, or the shards of charcoal lazing on the hearth, perhaps the reminiscence of a face or name, I'm sure it was the trigger of the clarinet, whatever, it changed my mood, a signal for me to look carefully inwards and now I'm digging deeper. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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Thanks for the reblog Michael
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Don’t digg too deep, or you will end up at the other side of the world, Paul! 😉 Oh yes, sometimes tunes can change our thinking in an unpredicted way. Have a beautiful weekend! xx Michael
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Well, one cheap way to see the world, lol – it has been a long weekend with a state holiday, so fabulous, hope yours was pleasant.
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Might not be a good plan
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I often find I arrive at a truth though, even if it means some self-work, stuff is always lurking I find.
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Music’s good for that 😌🎶⛲
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It usually undoes me Ana, you will know it for yourself judging by your comment.
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I have been a musician all of my life, performing at venues from state houses to convalescent homes, yes. Many healing tears.
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What is your preferred instrument?
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Well, I used to be a master classical flutist and a composer of classical and counterpoint piano, but these days there’s only strength for a little guitar and voice. When I sing, the stalker brings all hell loose around me, so right now and perhaps forever there are none now.
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O, that is a shame, what caused the ending of your music?
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Homelessness lost me my instruments, and the acceleration of physical depletion involved has put paid to the rest. At this moment, with a mind and body too worn and depleted even to publish poetry, I don’t have the strength to do so much as even regret it. It’s been a bit more peaceful around my van today ~ perhaps the sacrifice of even this last creative potential has bought peace. Or perhaps not. Again, I’m not capable of much more than resting. And praying. I can still do that.
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Saudade, perhaps?
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Yes, bang on Liz, though sometimes not, this one was, thank you 🙂
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You’re welcome, Paul. 🙂
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My guitar does the same thing to me… those darn instruments, intrusive aren’t they? 🙂
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Absolutely, they really are, thank you for sharing that 🙂
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Well done 😍
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Thank you indeed 🙂
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Beautifully expressed, Paul.
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Thank you very much Amy 🙂
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Thank you Nelson
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Signs come constantly in mysterious forms. I believe the pull to dig deeper is an opportunity to get to know our higher self. Whatever the purpose, we should never dig with the expectation to know so we can find more.
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Yes, very much so Astrid, thank you for sharing that.
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I love the reflectiveness of this poem – depths within
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Yes, the things that trigger.
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Clarinet will definitely do that to you. Great poem
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It is one instrument that cuts through for me – thank you so much.
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