Love and Art

I really miss artists like John Coltrane. Though he was "before my time" as they say, and I never got to see him perform or even live during the height of his fame, i feel this intangible connection to this man and his music. I'm talking the performance, texture, tempo, everything. Simply enthralled. I've heard few cats with the ability to convey emotion through an instrument the way he could. His saxophone was almost like a second mouth; a medium through which he spoke an entirely different language coherent only to those who'd come to face to face with what he was feeling at the moment he played those notes. His music was a metaphor for our existence, complicated, beautiful, and ever-shifting. This past weekend brought this song in particular to mind. Shout out to swing set lady :)

It's like the past two days have been a flurry of epiphany and renaissance, feel as if a new me has emerged from the depths of my living room couch. Really. I found myself there some time during this break and I've been blogging and writing a poem a day ever since. Being broke for the past 3 weeks has been a blessing in disguise. Forced me to stay in the house, to get to know myself and my heart's desire rather than going outside to forget all the problems at home. Self-reflexivity is a new passion of mine.Guess ideology just got played out. Shout out to everyone whose made these past two weeks some of the most formative days of my young life. Learned a lot about myself; about my capabilities as a writer and potential as a son and father. May post up some poetry soon; I'm thinking about it. Be on the look out.