A poem inspired by observing a lecture this post.
I decided to attempt to write as clear an account of the session as I could. It is an interesting exercise to simply record what you see. I find that as do so the meaning of the poem becomes clear, by this I mean the shape and purpose of the poem reveal themselves.
Making yourself write about what you see can be a useful exercise. It is one I use when I am in a new environment. You can never write enough, practice really does make perfect.
I’m seeing the Decemebrists next month. I’ve managed to see them every tour but one-when they cancelled the day I was due to see them in Bristol.
I have to confess I have found their later albums rather hit and miss. I feel the songs are more sketches than complete works and that they have come to rely on slick productions to paper over the cracks. That said they are usually a good live band.
I leave you with January Hymn from The King Is Dead.
No mention of The Decemebrists is complete with their most amazing song.
Until next time.