Archive for the ‘Writings and Poetry’ Category

Brain explosion!

Friday, July 30th, 2010

Ok, so yesterday a friend of mine posted a link on my facebook page. A link to all round WONDEROUSNESS.

This is a website for the work of Andre Michelle, who I’m assuming is some kind of computer/science/music/design student.

The first one is called Tone Matrix. Here is a screen shot.

This is a sine wave synthesizer. Sounds complicated I know, but it’s really a little grid and every white square that you add (with just a click) inserts a tone into the matrix. The pitch depends on how high/low the square is on the vertical axis and the rhythm depends on where it is on the horizontal axis.

YOU SERIOUSLY NEED TO PLAY WITH THIS! It is so hypnotizing and amazing.

Here is another fun music maker! This one is aptly named Pulsate.

For this one, you click to create a circle which enlarges. When the circles bump against each other they make a tone and get smaller. The larger the circle the lower the tone. This one is more random, and sounds so amazing.

I love these sort of things. There are lots of different interactive activities on this website, as well as some great videos like this one.

You may or may not know that I have synesthesia, which is a neurological … I don’t really want to call it a disorder… that occurs when different parts of the brain talk to each other when they aren’t supposed to. So this is why I personify the days of the week and months of the year, and why I feel emotions as colours in my head and chest, and why I see flashes of light when I hurt myself or get really excited. Some synesthetes see sound as colour, and whenever I see sound coupled with visuals that match so perfect my brain honestly just SKITZES OUT. When I watching that video that I’ve linked to before, I honestly felt like I was going to have a seizure. In the best possible way.

Anyway. I hope that you go to this site and explore a little bit, because it contains all kinds of fabulousness.

If you’d like to know more about my synesthesia (personally) you can check out a piece of my writing here (which I hope to one day turn into a zine) and a piece of writing about me by my author friend Ryan here.

It’s bed time.

Good night.

xo C

Critique Divine

Friday, April 23rd, 2010

A few days ago I received a lovely critique on my photo Bogainvillea II that I have up on my deviantart website.

The writer Monique, is from Poland and obviously has some difficulty with the english language. But I wanted to post it here because it is so beautiful and heartfelt.

Very magic photograph. He is making think of the childhood and the good play. When entire days were spent in couples and playgrounds from morning till night. Longing won. Probably a child is lying dormant in each of us. Is is reminding me oneself also “Enchanted garden”, but it probably through the perspective of flowers.

Holga always grants peculiar character them. A lack isn’t disturbing sharpnesses. Spring atmosphere is floating in the air. A bit of misty colours of green and skies, bright red.

The frame perfectly is composed. Balance between the space and objects. I will be going back with pleasure to this photo.

I find this so strangely poetic and beautiful, I thought you might like to share in it too.

Happy almost-weekend-sleep-in-tomorrow!

xo

C.

Midnight Haiku

Friday, April 9th, 2010

Another thing you may not know about me is that I LOVE writing haikus.

Not that I’m any good at them mind you, but they just come out of me all the same. I’m a big fan of poetry that doesn’t rhyme. I’m also a terrible sleeper. I used to be a full on insomniac, but I think I’ve finally grown out of that. I do, however, still get up in the middle of the night with and idea that I know won’t be there in the morning.

One such idea happened last night.

Outside my bedroom window there is a motion sensor light. It usually doesn’t come on unless something large walks past it, but a possum or something similar can set it off. Anyway, when it goes off, I lie there with my eyes shut and play a sort of game with myself. I try to guess (with my eyes shut) when the light has turned off. If I open my eyes while the light is still on, I lose.

ANYWAY I digress. Last night I played this game lying waiting to fall asleep. But as the light turned off, it must have shone through the curtains a particular way, because I got the impression of birds flying under my eyelids. Strange I know. But you may already know that I’m not really a normal thinking kind of person. :)

So I got up (I didn’t even remember what I had written until I read it this morning) and wrote a haiku.

Here it is as my gift to you.

Inside my eye lids
black feathered birds flutter back
to where they were born.

C.