May 2014 – get down – Silently Weeping by Matt Bolton

Silently Weeping

by Matt Bolton

 

There can be no describing the pain a man feels when he remembers. He, like all others must be the prisoner of his existence; no other can ever truly share this with him. They will always stand apart, and can no more fully empathise than can they merge with the physicality of his mind. His pain must be his alone – his useful enemy; his spiteful friend. His words can only conjure a shadow of the trueness; its ghost, whose desire to speak honestly is confounded by translation.

May 2014 – get down – Chime by Paul Evans

Chime

By Paul Evans

Tick-tock tick-tock.

I have long thought it ludicrous that a ticking clock should represent the passage of time. Not just any timepiece of course: the dusty old grandfather variety was the acoustic titleholder.

Don’t get me wrong, I understand why the stereotypical two-tone achieved such status; it is actually a beautiful sound (unless you’re lying awake, praying for sleep, waiting for the next toll), and one that was planted into our sub consciousness by contemporary culture. If pressed, I would liken the sound to walnut bread, a complex whisky, or dark chocolate; but that would imply that time imbues a taste, which simply won’t do at all.