Friday, October 28, 2011

a little giddy

Sometimes the wordiness has to come out. I feel like a scare-crow stuffed to bursting with the excellent Aeschylus, Stanley Fish's How to Write a Sentence, Owl City, all sorts of art and music, and the ridiculous blue that is vaulted over the world in October, drenched in apple cider sunlight. This is my explosion.
(Only read this if you're willing to stumble through many-lined sentences and trip through tipsily tall towers of piled-up phrases.)

Under her feet a carpet of red-gold leaves lay fallen, each leaf a patch in the quilt, a drop in the storm, a cloud in the sky, a face in the crowd, a voice in the singing, a tear in the darkness, a word in the story, a blow in the battle, a memory in the mind, a blossom in the meadow, a lark in the morning, a light in the city, a leaf in the forest fallen to cover the earth and lead her on.
Smooth, silver-grey trunks stood tall in two impossibly straight rows lining her path, sentinels, arms upraised, dropping leaves to quicken in flickering flight, butterfly candle-flames, and land with tiny whisper-breaths upon a field of fallen comrades.
She walked, slowly, silent in her soul, drawing  into her lungs the autumn air like cool water, drinking the apple cider sunlight with her eyes, ears inhaling the fresh-bread crunch of her footsteps meeting leaves.
She stepped onward, a cloaked figure, passing in and through and out of the sentinel-trees' shadows that striped the sun with shade just as a row-full of windows pierce the walled-in darkness of a passageway with light shed like shadows.
On, on went the hush-fallen road of leaves; on went its lone traveler to be seen.

Friday, October 21, 2011

It is Autumn and I am Sixteen, and also I love Owl City

I live in a jumble of colors most of the time. I walk around with my eyes wide open as a toddler's. On the cusp of adulthood, sometimes it feels like someone has just removed a blind fold after leading me through uncharted woods. What a colorful place they've led me to.
It is autumn. Fall always feels nostalgic to me. Tattered trees, white sunlight, crisp blue sky, sweaters, bonfires, apple pie.
Today and yesterday I've been off school, and my days have consisted mainly of listening to music and juggling a soccer ball. The music has been ridiculously exciting. My two most exciting new musical friends are Arcade Fire and Owl City. Arcade Fire's sound is right up my alley. Owl City is exciting for a bunch of reasons. One things I love about it is an idea best put into words by Adam Young himself talking about why he calls himself Owl City as a musician. He said, "It really is two words put together that create imagery and create somewhere in you head that you can go to and imagine yourself being someone else and doing something else... 'Alligator Skies' [one of his songs] is a similar place in my head. It's a fun kind of realm to go to and come back from, and that's sort of the whole gist of Owl City as an aesthetic concept. Thus it's kind of fun to bring this ethereal, surreal world of soundscapes and this very atmospheric realm down to three instruments". The music lives in a colorful world of happy wonder. I enjoy that place. Second, lyrics like this:
"My captain on a snowy horse
Is coming back to take me home
He's coming back to take me home
I'm finally fighting back a terrible force
'Cause I'm not afraid to die alone"
and this:
"I saw the autumn leaves peel up off the street
take wing on the balmy breeze and sweep you off your feet
You blushed as they scooped you up on sugar maple wings
\to gaze down on the city below, ablaze with wondrous things
Downy feathers kiss your face and flutter everywhere
Reality is a lovely place but I wouldn't want to live there"

Wondrous atmosphere. Clever, vivid, creative, poetic, truth-lit lyrics. Gorgeous sound. We've got a winner.