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An
Existence of a Musician
Is the bar set too high? Have the muscles been properly trained
to compress and unleash the energy necessary to successfully leap
over it? At what time would my efforts deemed satisfactory? Of what
will my tomorrow be made if the veil to my eyes remains un-lifted?
Is my unsteady walking a sign of weakness, or is it the evidence
of resiliency, of a desperate courage rooted in the very essence
of me? Will I ever make it? Am I frightened? Am I subjected to the
terror of an unfulfilled existence that the colleague Jackson Browne
speaks of when he says in "The Fuse": "
And
the fear of living for nothing strangles the will..."?
Fear
should I admit to its existence forcibly imposed on me
by all means? Or should I simply refuse to give it the breath of
life with a total despise? Great gods and goddesses, protectors
of the crafts to which I'm only one of the humble stewards, do you
heed me?
Endless
fights engendering in turn doubt and worry, humiliations and annihilation.
From the difficult conjugation of the duty to live and the art of
enjoying it, I foresee a destiny fulfilling at its own pace, day
after day. A musical note
a chord burst from the deeper part
of me with no apparent connection to anything but its own universe,
brings forth to me the sense of that duty. I live two parallel lives,
I evolve in-between two worlds, which codes are often contradictory
and with the vectors of orientation only complementary to the eyes
of the wise. I catch myself wanting to be freed from the constraints
imposed on me by my duality, to immerse in the infinite ocean. This
childish thought of the kid in me probably has its reason to be,
even though it commits the sin of denial. Perhaps is it necessary
to take note of it, as to better appreciate the fights I would have
successfully conducted? Engraved, they are in the prize list of
my "Dared to", I must not forget.
Musician
I am, musician I shall be! I renew allegiance to the primordial
imprimatur that presided over my conception and over my birth. Never
minding the pecuniary tribulations, the tough times and the low
blows, the constant menaces of poverty that offer, sniggering, their
specter. Muse! Goddess of my nights and days, don't you abandon
me! With you, I'm alive. With you, I exist. With you, I am. As long
as you will deign to visit this humble dwelling of my being, this
existence of mine will be justified. The sobbing of my embattled
heart will find the jubilation and the elation of a beautiful Major
Seventh chord with its subtle reverberations propagating in an infinite
echo with no resolution. Doesn't the harmonizing of the separate
entities allow the manifestation of the mathematically just principles,
generator of a new dynamic? To live day by day
but to live
nevertheless with the resolute will to write the story of my existence,
till the end, thus playing the role that is mine by the Providence's
Decree. And if I should falter, facing the scales of the final justice,
may no weight of my own doing be ever put against the weight of
my already light soul.
For, that
soul of mine, I'd wish it on that day, to be as light as the thinnest
feather of the wing of the dove. Gorgeous symphonies would rock
my passage to the other world, a just reward for having been a musician
till the last breath rendered. From the place I would be assigned
to, I would turn back to my brethren engaged on the path once mine
to whisper to them in their sleep: To live
To live day by day
nevertheless
to live!
Jean-Pierre
Simons
© 2004
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An
Excellent Idea
It was strongly
suggested to me by a couple of friends to get "Turquoise"
published as a novel or novelette. I had thought of compiling all
the episodes at some point and have them published. But I found
the idea suggested to be more exciting and challenging. I will be
working in that direction. So, this 12th episode of "Turquoise"
is the last I will publish in my Newsletter.
I will quietly
continue to write the story until its completion. The past episodes
will be re-written, so as to include some details that I had left
aside in order to make things fit the format of the Newsletter.
When the
novel is ready, or is published, you will of course, be the first
to know about it. In the meantime, the past episodes written will
remain posted as usual.
I thank
you for your support. Your suggestions are welcome, as always.
Amicalement,
Jean-Pierre
Simons.
Note:
All the Newsletters can be read at the following address:
http://www.sighes.com/news_letters_lettres_publiees.htm
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