fermata
i found Today in all my places. i learned the word “fermata” and i’ve decided the word itself must be kinetic - all opportunity and movement. i think my love for words is disorienting. it tastes like greed. and my greed -if it’s even characterised by colour- is obscured by rust. entropy beyond my corporeal age. (at least that’s how i see it) there is no dignity in a greed so sensitive. all sticky desire for understanding (mutual) and connection (physical, astral, cerebral, and its opposite) so, i’m always returning to abstraction . it helps with the lack of dignity and sticky, aching, bleeding heart. and you may see read me and say “ oh what a melancholy girl woman “ but then you See me in all the joy and rose-coloured glasses and the layered transparencies.
i hope i see me like jazz .
fermata: a prolongation at the discretion of the performer of a musical note, chord, or rest beyond its given time value
***at the artists discretion***
‘i hope i see me like jazz’ is such a beautiful sentiment as there are so many elements of jazz to which this could refer. not only is the melodic form to the artists discretion, it takes heart. energy. intent. structure and lack thereof. it takes trust. to see one like jazz is to see the tension and release, the machinations that manifest existence. beautiful ♡