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A Song With no Name
From my grandfather and my dad and performed by their son and grandson, me.
It was an old melody with no name of a ballad my grandfather wrote a long time ago.
The melody was soft and mesmerizing creating a feeling of melancholy. One couldn’t help but feel the love, though the sadness was the melody itself with ambiguous, bluesy sounds that contrasted with our emotions.
As a child, I recalled how my father had gone off to war under the guise of killing commies, but had died there in a muddy hole in Vietnam; souring the celebration of his sacrifice.
But this was a beautifully written melody.
Blue notes written in the right places left us feeling the absence of love. I played it on my trumpet muted with a Harmon mute giving the piece a sorrowfulness ala Miles Davis playing in his Blue in Green record.
Later, I came upon a lyric written by my father stuffed in an old satchel, I took it and merged it with the music and got a singer to sing it and when the people heard it there was not a dry eye to be seen.
When you heard the lyric your heart jumped out of your chest.Though the only word LOVE that was mentioned came at the end but with the bass playing low Tibetan-like notes being held to the end; one felt it soul deep.
I whispered into the mike, “To my dad and granddad, I love you and miss you.That ended the ballad, but the bass sounds of the diminuendo were haunting coming to a final moan slowly vanishing to a soft triple pianissimo.
The crowd remained silent for a few minutes
then erupted in a five minute standing “O”.
I simply told the audience, “I never knew my grandfather, in fact, I barely knew my father, and any musical talents I may have were gifts from them. I found the sheet music among my grandfather’s things and later I found the lyric was written by my father.
“My performance tonight was my tribute of love to them. I’m grateful to have performed their song for you from them with great gratitude I accept your applause on their behalf.
And to paraphrase the great Lou Gehrig, the New York Yankees Hall of Fame first baseman, who retired in Yankee Stadium overfilled with his fans, in his speech he said,
‘Today, I am the luckiest man in the world. Well, ladies and gentlemen tonight, I am the luckiest son and grandson in the world, thank you for acknowledging their sensitive hearts.”
I
am
the
voice
in
the
early
twilight
calling.I
am
the
voice
that
cried
in
the
dusk.
Am
the
limbs
shaking
and
the
lungs
convulsing.
I
own
the
tongue
that
cracked,the
lips
that
parched
and
the
running
nose
behind
the
dank
blanket.........................................................
I
am
the
voice
among
equals
whinning
among
few
unequals.
My
spine
bears
the
many
whose
rags
twist
my
neck
and
I
bend
her
back
and
our
fate
coil
side
by
side
in
one.
In
one
our
spalour
binds
us;mine
a
dirty
stool
a
swollen
limb
and
they
said
PEM
too.She
has
the
heart
beat
bleeding
hot
blood,the
callused
soles
cracking
and
they
sterile
nodule
pleading
in
vain
servility
behind
the
black
blanket.........................................................
I
am
the
voice
now
mewling
in
the
crust
of
the
night
and
scorching
by
the
day.
I
lay
panthing
and
waisting
from
a
redeemable
curse.
Am
the
limbs
cippled
and
the
lungs
sneefing.
Am
not
the
fist
clenching
the
playcard...eyeing
the
lence,but
behind
the
mesh
wriggling
and
certainly
deing.
Am
not
Abiku's
emissary,but
I
die
with
the
corn
starch
dripping
from
my
lips
and
I
pass
the
stool
to
anothe
whose
fate
as
mine
lay
in
percent,whose
memoria
is
their
number
and
not
their
name.
Now
they
chant
the
elegy
over
tomorrows
cremains
and
my
voice
falls
into
a
diminuendo
and
shall
never
rise
again,but
my
bones
continues
to
whisper
behind
the
earth
in
sotto
voce.
From The Desk of :Diminuendo Battuta Alcuna
President of Musicolgy School Of dance and Music
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2.8 Diphthongs – Essential of Linguistics
Part One Precedes the Following
Consonants are the opposite of vowels. They are sounds made with a restricted airflow, where the tongue, teeth, or lips are used to block or modify the flow of air.
Y as a Vowel:roasted pork tongue with lettuce tomato cheese and best taco sauce seasoned with cumin and cilantro and lime juice. on a soft shell taco
.gliding Sound:
Unlike a monophthong (a single, pure vowel sound), a diphthong involves a continuous movement or glide from one vowel sound to another.
One Syllable:
The two vowel sounds in a diphthong occur within the same syllable.
Examples:
Common examples in English include the sounds in "boy" (/??/), "out" (/a?/), and "my"
Origin:
The word "diphthong" comes from the Greek word "diphthongs," meaning "having two sounds".
Not Just Two Vowels:
It's important to note that not all combinations of two vowels are diphthongs. For example, "book" or "sheep" have two vowels but only one vowel sound.
Variations:
The specific diphthongs and their pronunciation can vary slightly between different dialects of English.
Diphthong Definition & Meaning - Merriam-Webster
Pronunciation Practice Difficult Vowel Sounds [DIPHTHONGS]
really great English practice for you so what the heck is a diff thong. it's a complicated word that you will probably
2.8 Diphthongs – Essential of Linguistics
A Pleasurable Life
The things that bring you pleasure
May be experienced one at a time
Or they may be combined
Into one fantastic time frame
To double the pleasure
And double the sheer bliss
The decadence of eating
With the satisfaction of making love
A combination bursting with pleasure
Warm melted chocolate
To be taken in from pleasure spots
Savored while the tongue swirls the chocolate before taking it in
Giving and receiving pleasure
And tasting….richness
Whipped cream or a touch of honey
Foamed up or drizzled will heighten the pleasure
Just a bit…….not too much
Makes the sweet….sweeter
Feeding body AND soul
Double the Delight
Double the Pleasure
The love of music
Blended in with the love
Of love making
Exhileration carried on notes
Moving fast and slow
Swelling and receding
Pianissimo….to make her melt
Slow slow….
Andante...Andante
The way to go...
Then subito
A sudden change of tempo
The element of surprise
Frozando….no escape...no turning back…
Demands of surrender
Fronzando giving way to Rinforzando
Thundering….again and again
A swelling crescendo
Burst of sound and rhythm and light
Reverberations reaching the inner soul
Suspended in time
The symphony of two bodies
In the throes of surreal delight
Forte…forte…forte
An then…..
Then diminuendo….calmando
The labored breathing of love
Receding with the waves
Al niente
Al...Niente
Fading to nothing
Peace….after Pleasure
Double your pleasures
For tomorrow comes with no guarantees
That your eyes will feast
On the celestial stars
Making love to the night
To the symphony of the universe...
So while you can...
Double your Pleasure
Double your Delight
In a double dose of LIFE
Eileen Manassian Ghali
With time we were linked to one another
Governed in a world with thin lines and dynamic rules
Whose origin, center and end are broken yet standing sustained
Between the borders that divide earth surface and the source of our arrival are inscribed with words that read “uncertain”
The interpretation is present in the tears shed by the neo-born after experiencing the matrix
With contingency plans rising, security is tightened in preparation for the unexpected due to greed, nature’s gruesome calamities and the survival of the fittest
That occasionally consumes them spontaneously
Humans, slowly learning from their fallibility are un-eagerly appreciating
further delaying change’s metamorphosis and are indirectly allowing maturation of problems and the accumulation of stagnation
Man still struggling, trying to set sight on the cure and get a grip on the antidote of liberation
That once existed if only the history of man and earth can be linked together
The missing pieces are present in the idealism of music and continually leads those who listen
To the worlds’ origin where it all began
As others in misunderstanding, spread messages of hate through different means, and even through the music
That simply explains its crescendo as convergence-unity-synchrony-togetherness and diminuendo as divergence-separation indirectly telling us “united we stand divided we fall”
We are still here fighting to ride higher in crescendo to the musical peak and striving to merge our essences embedding it with that of the history of the stars…
Form:
Harmony Awaits
by Odin Roark
So dissonant the surroundings
A world in disarray
Like but a discordant accompaniment
The clamor of people’s and beasts alike
Searching for the melodious link
Senses arrest
So many sounds and images
Clashing for lack of attachment
For loss of accepting absonant’s journey
The unmelodious quest for harmony
Like the oils mixing on a palette
The de poisson of a dancer’s effort
The diminuendo of a kettle drum’s fade into silence
The verb’s finding of a perfect object
So goes the many ways of inventive solution
Yet
Most accept the raucous way out
Unwilling to step beyond the threshold of compliance
Away from “that’s just the way it is” cliché
Even though
No different than the perfect coordination
Of a baby’s practiced step forward
Reaching out knowing security awaits
A repeat of trust’s innocence
Re-appearing as the harkening back
When honesty knew only to be
Solutions exist
How pitiable
So many steps result in distrust
When a step backward
Might reveal a fresh start
A new open-eyed acceptance of
The many roads unpaved
Remember
One can always start over
Knowing more discordant experience
Will undoubtedly confront
But one is not destined
To make the same mistakes twice
Unless
There is a need
To create the lessons
Over
And over…
Until they are learned
Harmony awaits
(Reflections on A College Reunion)
Too much of loveliness enfolds the ground
I walked in youth, again in age,
and I shall soon lie down beneath it
as my spirit wafts above its art
in clear salute to mind's eternal joy.
Too much, I stand upon the edge of a regret
I do not wish to re-explore,
though I did not succomb.
Old flowers would sigh with me,
and speak of gravamen
that memory could not restore to light,
of crusted wounds I had ignored for years,
then strange in their emergence
would leave their ghostly shouting in my ears.
Yet I had smiled politely as I watched
the curious melange of student mirth
among the pretense of a mellowed age
which walked beside them
for that shred of while last weekend...
and that inside a host of smiles
that flashed around in vain denial
of a fiercer truth.
The time was beautiful
inside that frail transparent shell
of grace that comes with blessed rarity,
and I departed with a heart and mind
in dialogue upon dualities
that never should appear, but drum
upon the tympanum of my perspective
on a world I caused to change
two generations past, and now impart
a flavor in diminuendo, a seasoning
refreshed, more newly wise
and in finality, more spacious in its love.
~
Diminuendo/Pentatoni
Swooh's of oohism
oohgasmic ooh's and
the ah-ooh,
ah;ooh's of ooh-ah's
-
There's ah rhythm to this
that's what I heard
a prefered way of doing it
that's what I heard
guess it aint that simple
Love is only a word
the cat's a little finicky
and the directions blurred
the chore of simplicity
my need to satisfy
a great deal of professionalism
that's the reason why
I can't eat if I
aint working gotta do my thing
got the birds ah chirping
let's hear them sing
There's ah rhythm to this
There's a kinda groove
get's my foot ah tapping
make's my body move
From The Book;
" The Better Understanding"
written By: Ditty-DeWright
The Sound's of a Distorted man
To deepen understanding of love and marriage,
it's a story about a man needing help after finding that love and marriage were not
the prime directives of Church and the Church Community.
Someone gave him a wordless song to help respirt
his then drained soul.
and Offfered him a ticket to a retreat were
they dealt with issues of people and persons:
The Challenging of a Bassoon
Carefully her inner eyes glistened
As the music proceeded with utmost preference
The swift glissandos had cured and decorated her existence bare
Naked, she looked all alone
Beautifully stunned in awe appreciation of the “musical dew of silence”
The food of renewal for the soul
And as the chords rose
She was in no doubt lost in-between intertwining rainbows
While the orchestra proceeded
Blindfolding her visions in missions of star lights,
She appeared color stunned
Now I know that she had understood the essence and relationship between music and colors
As the waves and ripples brought her a gift of soothing relief from every form of grief
What some never achieve
Her inner self gradually awoke calm yet in crescendo with the music
And as the music descended
It unfurled with tears of understanding humbly from all eyes in diminuendo
Further magnified by the resounding applause dispersed in thunderous appreciation
Sealing the finale with a wholehearted emotional and heartfelt release ….
Form:
Night,
Ageless and porous,
Sang screeches of fireflies of
Crescendo-diminuendo sparks.
What hour?
In the midst of the hustles, I lost my hoursight
Different, tonight, is my eyesight, seeing even
Through the darkest foliage of gentle, but sinister
Caress sway.
On the broken, cracked slabs, squatting, dark torsos!
Pensive, broken, sad, old and so good the
Work of Italian sculptors.
Further deep in searching glare, the hardened
Mats of hurried sepultures of returning
Soldiers, whose wellingtons have squelched in
Mudblood.
Wars and battles never post blandishments
On peace.
What hour now, brother?
It is so dark and mean, and my hourglass refuses a
Moon reflection.
But now the hours move fast on march of the
Headless feet in wellingtons.
'Left, right, left, right....'
Dolts hasten among fleeing marabouts.
Stench from ailing, balmed smog
Stills the whiffs of roasting deer, all in
One silence of close hour canticles...
Such phalanx, brother, coldens the head.