So, I’m going to try and do an improvisation/make up a short melody every two or three days and I’ll upload them on here (it might encourage me to improve).
This improvisation is using only the black keys of the piano, something that Debussy did. I don’t feel that it is in his style however.
Apologies for silly faces, bad recording and my bad techniques. I only had lessons for a year and a bit I am mostly self taught with a year of basically zero playing.
"I’m lonely. What kind of loneliness? Every kind. I feel disconnected. Abandoned. As always. Repetition. So what, my love? So what? At first, I just wanted to run away. Now I have no where else to run to, nothing to run from. I don’t belong anywhere, I don’t want to go anywhere, I just want to be happy."
"Sometimes there is no darker place than our own thoughts: the moonless midnight of the mind."
"Yes, I read. I have that absurd habit. I like beautiful poems, moving poetry, and all the beyond of that poetry. I am extraordinarily sensitive to those poor, marvelous words left in our dark night by a few men I never knew."
"We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, “O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless… of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?” Answer. That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?"
"I’ll swallow my blood before I swallow my pride."