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The Hill of Crosses
This poem is inspired by a recent visit to the Hill of Crosses in Šiauliai, Lithuania. Ashed grey and weathered through Surrounded some century’s Past suffering not so different from our own. To come and lay a sign That love releases to save Black memory’s, solidify some erotic emotions alluring And then wander…
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Why Is Silence So Loud In Music?
I have always hated the sound of nothing. I grind my teeth in silences and put music on as soon as I am by myself. I am scared about what might happen if I am left alone with myself. Inside my mind, what might be waiting for me? I think I’d rather avoid it than…
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Sometimes we all get in the way of ourselves
http://youtu.be/GNc6qTwC7OY I’ve never experienced a relaxed performing experience. It’s always been a matter of hoping and praying that practice will have been enough and that my performance will be a quarter as fluent as it was in practice. This has really frustrated me. How is it fair that I become a completely different musician when I’m…
Hattie Butterworth 