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4 Years Later, And Here I Am!

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Meadows. South Dakota. As E.B.Browning put it, this scene is “…something between a dream and a miracle”.

 

I was close to entitling this “4 Years Later, And I’m Still Here!”, but I thought the title would suggest that tending this blog has been a chore. Indeed, the opposite: it has been a wonderful responsibility. However, I recognize the reality in my almost-title, namely the fact that it is true that most of my initial blogging friends have long since left the community. I began this blog with a strong focus on book reviews, music, and bubbling thoughts. Four years later, I have shifted my focus to introspective narrations, poems, and a side of music; the refinement of my writing almost seems like a compensation for my growing relationship with ambiguity.

If you didn’t know, the past year I started a Youtube Channel called MindArt, where I post short videos where snippets of scenes are overlaid with a piece of music that reflect the tone of the storyline. I liked the channel’s name so much that on several occasions I have felt compelled to change this blog’s name to MindArt, but fell short in realizing it. Read the rest of this entry »

April, May, June

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Darling, darling.
You spend your nights comparing
and your mornings idealizing,
Don’t you see the minutes in the trash
and the hours extending their hands?
How foolish they are, banalities
coloured by insecurities and self.
How foolish you are.

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The rain reminds me of the
uncompromising nature of the
life outside of me, and
inspires me to think of such
forth within.

It is the gift of a coming of season,
a release from stagnant commonality;
the night’s darkness folds with
the becoming dew and the breeze
of nostalgia, evaporative clouds. Read the rest of this entry »

Thunderstorms

           The pure whiteness of the sun’s glare made her miss the thunderstorms of hours past. Not that she didn’t appreciate mornings -the sweet birds and mellow grass- quite the contrary. Lately however, nothing seemed absolute and the birds and grass were caged in glass. No – she was caged in glass. The glass was phenomenally thin, undetectable when glanced at, and that’s what tugged at her the most. If her uncertainty was certain, she’d like to think she would be more satisfied. But the cards are never dealt in one dimension.

What she found perfectly funny was that the more distant her memory, the more she reminisced it with exactitude. The healing knee scab that was scraped again, the lollipop rewards, even the laser tagging and hot dogs. She thought of this as she ate her omelet, a morning routine tended with time. She thought of this still when she made her bed and arranged her clothes. Small scatterings kept on popping up the carpet of her bedroom, and truthfully she did not want to gather her energy to gather those little pieces of discarded materials. She could not help feeling like psychologist when she decided that her unwillingness to clean her carpet was very much correlated with her uneasiness of her own perception. Read the rest of this entry »

Regina, This Time.

If I can boast the fact that I’ve been to more provinces in Canada than the average Canadian, it is largely thanks to the Canadian Chess Challenge. And of course, my brother, for being the chess player of the family. This year, our family packed our bags and drove for a half a day to the city of Regina, green scenery and bridges on glistening lake. Our fourth year and fourth city, succeeding Halifax (NS), Ottawa (ON) and hometown Winnipeg (MB).

Though each tournament has brought about new forms of experience, I know in my heart that this year is comparatively different than all the others. In my luggage, I’ve packed research books instead of novels, a calculator instead of my (now defunct) iPod. I’m even typing this on Saturday evening, with the last half-day of tournament still ahead of me, for I fear I will force my time on other priorities once I set foot home. All to say that these last two years, the balance of my life has tipped to the weight of academics, and this event could not emphasize it for myself any more.

And that is okay. Of course it is okay. How should I expect it to be otherwise. Read the rest of this entry »

(Passive) Memories

As a writer, as a diarist, as a poet, and as an all-around feeder on nostalgia, I have always counted on experiences to last. I have always expected to experience moments that would define the course of my life, that would shift my perspective on appearance and images. But with each burst of emotion and late night revelation, I seem to be disappointing myself: there are scarcely lightbulb moments… mostly temporary dilations.

Social media makes it seem like our lives are shaped by a breathless series of defining moments. There is a raw, sentimental captions accompanied by a candid picture of an exact second. And at the moment, the feeling is true. The emotions are cursing through the veins, and the hand shakes with an anticipation for the reveal. But what has the memory become of in two weeks, in a month? Most likely just a nostalgic reminder of a humid summer night. But the caption and picture are still there, and so our Internet identity is gifted with a seemingly life-changing moment.

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Classical Piece of the Week: Norfolk Rhapsody No.1

Classical Piece of the Week

Missed the last one? Here’s a link to Piano Concerto No.5 “Emperor”, 2nd mvmt.

Music creates an atmosphere, does it not? If so, then the music of Ralph Vaughn Williams could not stray any closer to truth. This week, I have picked the only orchestral rhapsody he has completed: Norfolk Rhapsody No.1 in E Minor, composed in 1906 and revised in 1914.

Vaughn Williams wrote three orchestra rhapsodies in total: the second was left in fragmented forms and completed by other musical hands, while the third was discarded by 1920, and is now lost (placements are fluid however, that is a human’s hope). Read the rest of this entry »

Thunder Bay

Often the most simple and unassuming demonstrations of life are the ones to be the most treasured. This weekend our Youth Orchestra travelled to Thunder Bay, Ontario, to perform in a Valentine’s Day concert alongside the Thunder Bay Symphony Youth Orchestra (TBSYO), Thunder Bay Symphony Orchestra (TBSO), and the Thunder Bay Symphony Choir (TBSC).

The journey was born on clear roads and a blue sky of gray gradients. There was a quiet optimism in the air, but often the sleepy haze of Friday morning washed down any heightening frenzy. With a stop at Dryden, we filled up a Subway in quite an impressive manner, and then quickly set off again to fulfill our eight hour drive through naps and sunny conversations. Read the rest of this entry »

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