Valley of the Sun

Valley of the Sun is from my beloved state of Ohio. This stuff is not for wine sniffing bank running thugs. I suppose it could be, but I picture these creations as more of an in debt, drinking that debt misery away while banging his head against an imaginary wall type of fella stuff. Jamming his ass soreness away due to the thugs that are plowing all our back nines.  Some might just call it simply Maya.

For the few that come around, the writer has been reading more than writing. For those that blog, I still check on your creations now and then and still enjoy them, but reality has limited my computer time. The better weather has drawn me away from blogging in the past, and it seems that is happening again.  :). I appreciate your attention. It is nice to have a small audience, and I am grateful.  Thank you.

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“The origins of music lie far back in the past. Music arises from Measure and is rooted in the great Oneness. The great Oneness begets the two poles; the two poles beget the power of Darkness and of Light.

“When the world is at peace, when all things are tranquil and all men obey their superiors in all their courses, then music can be perfected. When desires and passions do not turn into wrongful paths, music can be perfected. Perfect music has its cause. It arises from equilibrium. Equilibrium arises from righteousness, and righteousness arises from the meaning of the cosmos. Therefore one can speak about music only with a man who has perceived the meaning of the cosmos.

“Music is founded on the harmony between heaven and earth, on the concord of obscurity and brightness.

“Decaying states and men ripe for doom do not, of course, lack music either, but their music is not serene. Therefore, the more tempestuous the music, the more doleful are the people, the more imperiled the country, the more the sovereign declines. In this way the essence of music is lost.

“What all sacred sovereigns have loved in music was its serenity. The tyrants Giae and Jou Sin made tempestuous music. They thought loud sounds beautiful and massed effects interesting. They strove for new and rare tonal effects, for notes which no ear had ever heard hitherto. They sought to surpass each other, and overstepped all bounds.

“The cause of the degeneration of the Chu state was its invention of magic music. Such music is indeed tempestuous enough, but in truth it has departed form the essence of music. Because it has departed from the essence of real music, this music is not serene. If music is not serene, the people grumble and life is deranged. All this arises from mistaking the nature of music and seeking only tempestuous tonal effects.

“Therefore the music of a well-ordered age is calm and cheerful, and so is its government. The music of a restive age is excited and fierce, and its government is perverted. The music of a decaying state is sentimental and sad, and its government is imperiled.”

Lu Bu We

Blue Bells

Blue Bells

A thin tied suit exclaims
“She has all the bells and whistles!”
Staring at the window, I ponder.

He must be mad
Hell is this living to a bell
This toll of bells
Wake to a bell
Eat to a bell
Schooled to a bell
Work to a bell
Worship to a bell
War to a cracked bell
Heaven’s bells best be stone
where not a rooster crows
No mas, no mas

Sound of a text alert
startles my phone
“Loan Approved”
A warm rush draws
a sly foxed deviled grin
as turning to the suit
“Do you have one in blue
with all these bells and whistles?”