Tea: Oolong leaf, Wuyi Ensemble
Music: Selections from an eccentric English guitarist
Time: Midafternoon
I've loaded everything I own connected with Robert Fripp onto my mp3 player. Most of it is his solo stuff and work with King Crimson. But I also have snippets of other collaborations (Brian Eno, Peter Gabriel, Theo Travis) and ensemble work (the League of Gentlemen, the League of Crafty Guitarists, the Robert Fripp String Quintet).
Dangerous obsession, as I often mention the Frippster in Steep Thoughts posts? Nah. More a study in voice.
One man, six strings ... yet so many voices, both solo and in collaboration. And each voice -- the strident, the soothing, the subdued -- fits the material.
That's what I want to do with my writing, both singular and shared -- the poetry, the fiction, the essays, the articles on art and food and music. I am one writer, but I want to have more than one voice -- or perhaps to phrase it more accurately, one voice that remains true to its source, yet modulates and blends with the material at hand.
Okay, enough pontificating for one day. Time for a second steeping, a shuffle of the mp3 player and today's unsettling story:
E.F. Benson, "The Confession of Charles Linkworth"
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" want to have more than one voice -- or perhaps to phrase it more accurately, one voice that remains true to its source, yet modulates and blends with the material at hand."
But, you do. Mind you, you tell many different stories from the voice of one person,but your voice's intonation changes to the fit of the tale.
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