The equinox has now passed, so the northern hemisphere has now entered autumn/fall, with less sunlight than the southern hemisphere; a time of dying for photosynthesisers in the north; such as butterflies and leaves; who rely on the sun’s energy for life. So, the Dead Poet’s Society has awoken…
Nice for no reason in any season, summer has it all, elevated to great heights before precipitous fall, recoiling winter to spring
Dead rain don’t kill, without rain won’t grow;
ground grows thirsty;
thirty my point of no return, at fifty learnt silence is fun!
Flooded brain can’t change, chained rain, washing life away, railroad track oblivion, horizon destination, no stops, sleeping lots
Feeling heavenly high notes,
see sunlight lighten dust motes,
memories of last year leaves photosynthesising raw connotes
We’ll never naturally fly, on wings of evolution,
but we can glide or drop, on constructed substitution,
bird’s eye view solution
The above Facebook 5 were written to keep poetry alive…
and for colourful backgrounds on Facebook!
A weather and forecast conjunction alignment provided a cloudless sky for the first Kirkstallhenge unveiling, as the last post in the mistYmuse 20/21 encores.
The sunrise was a bit more northern than I thought, rising behind the second building, but that provided a nice shot as our planet span around a bit more, positioning our view of the sun between the buildings.
You’ve been a great crowd, and I’m sure the ancestors would be proud.
Low cloud on the horizon spoilt the central sunrise, but the sun did pop through the POP clouds a little afterwards. There’s always tomorrow… and the weather forecast’s good!
The ‘sunrise’ did make it just between the two buildings this morning, but should be more in the middle on Sunday and Monday, when it moves a degree from 71 to 70 ° ENE. it stays on 71 tomorrow.
With the sunrise scheduled for 6.03 (it would be 5.03 without BST), I thought it was rising behind the building it just got inside, as it was 6.15 when it appeared, and it had been lighting up the city centre buildings for a few minutes… reminding me of the now long ago mistYmuse mornings!
Three days ago it was at 73 ° ENE.
Nine days ago it was at 77 ° ENE.
This morning’s sunrise (really: our first sight of it) shows it’s nearly reached the first of two buildings. It should be in the middle of them in about three days, judging from how its moved from the two trees six days ago:
If there is an alignment of weather and awakening I hope to witness it, and bring you some photos…
I wasn’t expecting to see the sunrise this morning, but hadn’t remembered until seeing the sun that British Summer Time (BST) had started eleven days ago, requiring we turned time on an hour, meaning the sunrise also went on an hour, from 5.51 on the 27th to 6.48 (would’ve been 5.48, as first sight of the sun is about 2/3 minutes earlier per day) on the 28th.
Eleven days later, the ‘sunrise’ today was at 6.24. The ash tree (Yggdrasil) is now budding, and very popular with the birds!
Sun’s Journey Over A Month (Really it’s our orbital journey and changing view)
The ‘sunrise’ continues up the horizon though. Although it seems to be departing for me, earlier and nearly out of sight, for the northern hemisphere as a whole it is in fact more visible; earlier and for longer.
Comparing it to this photo from March 6th (last year, but it’s roughly the same every year) shows how much farther up the horizon it ‘rises’ over a month. This morning it rose between the two trees under ‘Yggdrasil’, where the arrow points.
Here’s five small poems I posted on Facebook. The first two followed on from last week’s Mazzy Star musing; the third was mused by Annicke Shireen’s Release You song/video, and the last two today were just because I was posting this, and had just had a nap; so thought I may be able to dive down into my mind and stay down long enough to fill up a Facebook word limit for a colourful background!
Sinking so deep into sky, birds imagine I fly by,
showing me thermals, where a mind can rise,
tipping a wing, future will bring…
Wake up to wind down, slumberous sea,
floating flotsam, jetstreaming jetsam,
diving deep as can be,
seeking poetic pearls of wisdom..
All that die↓, Earth body returned;
All that fly↑, Sky spirit freed;
All that why?, Mind used as should be.
Only dare dive deep, with head full of sleep,
coral’s bleaching, still reaching,
for those that fit; or have wit; reversing it ←
Traverse to surface, sunshine reimburses serotonin, half-baked drying thoughts on rocks;
seagulls steal shiniest, leaving least!
Another spooky aspect of Mazzy Star’s Fade Into You song I recently found out is its based upon 3, a very significant number to the greenYgrey/mistYmuse, as described on the genius lyrics website: ‘The musical arrangement as a whole is built around a 3/4 time signature, which essentially creates a rhythm that is based upon the number 3. It is the tambourine counting out the beat triplets while the kick drum and snare take turns marking the beginning of each triplet, creating a subdued and hypnotic rhythm.’
Musical Masterplan to Become One With Sun
Part 1, The launch rocket:
Part 2. The lander and integrator:
When I arrive at the centre of the sun (see part 1), our star, I’ll use letterology to adapt Mazzy Star’s Fade Into You (see last post) to Fade Into U, with u of course the centre of the s-u-n in letterology terms!
Most beautiful paths,
are all in the mind.
Never to be seen,
for they’re all behind.
Travelled deep n’ high,
from my start of time.
United as a whole,
roundabout dead-end blind.
With mistYmuse 20/21 finishing last week I had no plans to write creatively. I saw this video looping one of my favourite songs (since seeing it on MTV a lot in 1994) and played it:
That inspired me to think I still don’t know the words, and so I set about listening and learning, using genius lyrics. Like a bucket list I didn’t have, it’s the first time I’ve set out to learn a song’s lyrics!
I think one of the reasons I love Hope Sandoval’s voice is that she turns words into music as if letting a bird fly away, or throwing dust in the air, from something known and familiar to ephemeral air flying out of sight, trailing speckles of imagination.
In an interview I just saw as well, she describes this as bending the notes.
After thinking I had something creative flying around, like Hope’s lyrics in the sky; the generator of my mind being wound up, or an old plane’s propeller; the above poem came in to land while watching/listening to the California song:
Guitarist David Roback; as well as Hope’s voice, I particularly love the slide guitar; died a year ago last month. I didn’t know until seeing a list of who’d died in 2020 at the end of the year on the loudersound website. That inspired me to listen to them more again.
Maybe he’s looking down, from where his songs fly around?
Featured image is Nytt Land. Combining it with Mazzy Star; after playing FIY on loop; made me realise how shamanically hypnotic Mazzy Star can be!