Posted by Georgia Keighery on January 20, 2012 · Leave a Comment
My music – suggestive, with preferably more for the performer than the audience. I actively want the majority of people to dislike my music, or, more accurately, distrust what they hear – which is more than just turning a negative into a positive, I just have a different idea of perfection. I have used chance procedures, graphic notation, textual and theatrical instruction both bizarre and traditional. I think I’m still a way off writing the music I really want to write. I love notes, I can’t think of a better way to spend my time doodling impossible lines of music, pushing a fragment of material to its exhaustion, delighting myself in symmetries (broken and total), patterns and relationships. Toying with probability assists inspiration, I keep dice and bingo balls on my desk, along with scrabble tiles and containers of pitches, waiting to be plucked out and written down.
Posted by Georgia Keighery on January 9, 2012 · Leave a Comment
The ‘it’ factor When Georgia asked me if I would write for her column, I began writing a clichéd story of my experience of online dating which has become a conveyor belt of awkward goodbyes and disappointment. With the number of dates I’ve been on, I’ve become very good at the whole first date. Come [...]
Posted by Georgia Keighery on December 9, 2011 · Leave a Comment
There’s No Place Like Home I have a moderate to severe case of wanderlust, which I ascribe in equal measure to my Romani blood (50% proof), limited attentions span, and downright curiosity. Last year I found myself at one of life’s crossroads: I hit the Big 3-0, lost my job through redundancy as part of [...]
Posted by Georgia Keighery on August 12, 2011 · Leave a Comment
To mother Mother (n) To mother (v) I am of a certain age. ( I wonder who first coined this phrase, and what was the exact age they were referring to, and were they referring to a man or a woman when it was first said and did they have any idea how the [...]
Stalker Marries Object of Desire; and still I’m alone There is more true love out there than I thought. Actually, just – true love is out there… it actually is, truly. My wearied (well before its years) heart secretly believed, cloistered beneath feigned hopefulnesses, that true love was dead. Or at least that it was [...]
Posted by Georgia Keighery on June 3, 2011 · 1 Comment
I Wonder Have you ever wondered about wonder? I have, but I’m weird like that. Since childhood I’ve had a tendency to think about things that most people probably wouldn’t. And not by design mind you. In all honesty, I think it’s my brain’s way of coping with what would probably be diagnosed today as [...]
Posted by Georgia Keighery on May 1, 2011 · 1 Comment
On the health advantages of poetry; why it’s easier to write than jog. I’ve returned to writing poetry recently. It seems a natural thing for me to do at this point because my life has changed so dramatically and in such a relatively short space of time that it commands some kind of marking of [...]
Posted by Georgia Keighery on March 20, 2011 · 2 Comments
THE WARRIOR AND THE FLY – Norah Kay | 1102 I used to believe in some kind of ‘mathematical divinity’. Now I only believe in warriors. And flies. For a long, long time, my soul was unsettled and unsated. I’d always felt under siege from this earthly world. Was trapped by it. Much like a [...]
Posted by Georgia Keighery on February 21, 2011 · 1 Comment
Order 1970! I am blindfolded and being led around by Frater Beckett, a fellow novice, up and down stairs and along the long cellar corridors of our Abbey in Wisconsin. I am trying to guess where he is taking me, and I suspect it is in the direction of the indoor SWIMMING POOL and that [...]
Posted by Georgia Keighery on January 23, 2011 · 1 Comment
Behind Closed Doors When I was young I had a crippling toilet phobia. I found public toilets terrifying. Especially the ones at school and after school care. I don’t know where or why it started, but it seemed to escalate in the later years of primary school. This resulted in some embarrassing episodes; car rides [...]
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