"For
last year's words belong to last year's language. And next year's words await
another voice. And to make an end is to make a beginning."
—T.S. Eliot
ar·tic·u·la·tion
ärˌtikyəˈlāSH(ə)n/
noun
noun: articulation; plural noun: articulations
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.
the action of putting into words
an idea or feeling of a specified type
◦
the
formation of clear and distinct sounds in speech
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MUSIC
clarity
in the production of successive notes
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PHONETICS
the
act or manner of uttering a speech sound, especially a consonant.
Articulation
It was Daybreak
Something was different
Something was new.
It was Daybreak.
The last of the darkness faded away
Like smoke drifting to the heavens
From a burned out fire.
It was Daybreak.
Witness the birth of the new.
It was in that moment
When the promise of a redemption
Was being realized.
It was Daybreak.
New Moment, New day, new month, a New Year!
All that was withdrew with the tide.
Footprints from the journey so far washed away.
And the virgin sand waits.
Gulls glide and soar in delight.
Seeking sandpipers continue
Their Bishop chasing and retreating.
It was Daybreak.
Spirits refreshed by the silent sacred salt air.
Gentle divine breath blesses.
It is this silence that transforms the notes
Sung by the morning birds
And chimes into music
As she transforms the souls.
Time has no meaning here.
On the beach receiving and welcoming.
Consoled, illuminated and Sanctified,
Purist Peace, Love, Compassion and Hope
Are again articulated.
Dawn around the world with a 360 degrees view...click and see
Morning - Beck
Morning has broken - Cat Stevens
Additional note:
It has been advised that a blog about music might be an
appropriate consideration.
Until such a time the following will need to suffice.
It was so sad to experience the passing on of so many excellent
singer songwriters in 2016 but witnessing and reading the abundant tributes it
became evident that two of this author’s favorites were not mentioned among
many of the tributes and remembrances!
Guy Clark and Merle Haggard are two who have inspired and
consoled this writer. Their simple sweet songs captured a human essence rarely
experienced in contemporary music today. I guess the best way for me to honor
their passing is not just to post a sample or two of their songs here but to
make sure they show up on my own set list. Thank you men…miss you!
NB: For all you Country Music newbies the real original
country music had and still maintains real poetic natural homespun soul and was
much more than the slick overproduced Las Vegased country twanged guitars and affective
nasal south of the Mason-Dixon
line vocals with playing three
chord rock n roll riffs and beats in disguise you hear on the radio today. Some of that new genre ain’t bad
but no matter what the industry calls it “it ain’t country!”
Desperadoes Waiting For a Train
Sing Me Back Home
That’s the way Love Goes
Wishing you all a hope and wonder-filled - blessed New Year!
amdg
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