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A Poem

Recovering From Depression                           by Neil William Holland

I cannot tell you where this sea will take me.
I have never journeyed to the horizon where I look.
I just stand on each shore and search horizons.

I will stand on the pavement now and do the same.
It matters not where I am or where I look.
It pays to live on the spot where I stand
and describe to myself that first step you said I took.

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Whales, a Poetry Reading

There is a strange but compelling attraction to Whales for me. I don’t really know why only that it is there and very strong too. It feels like an emotional bond of some sort and I am struck by the way they do not set out to attack people, in spite of much persecution by people. It’s as though they are wiser. Maybe they are the custodians of something. I’m sure the scientist and biologist will give me the cold explanations of their presence, place and purpose, but it will never shake my belief that there is something very special about whales, something intangible. I hope you enjoy this poetry with sound. It is my own poem read by me and the music is my own playing and composition. What I’ve tried to do is impart to the piece something of what I feel. Enjoy and best wishes….Neil I’ve called the poem Thermoclines Thermoclines a poem by Neil William Holland. a.k.a. Soloneili What am I following, this pull call pull of something higher? Rising and bellowing thermoclines mellowing deep subsonic viscous noise, resonating through rib-cages, grasping aortas, whale song. Blues, Minkes, Orcas.

Noah

Hello, this is a poem I wrote and recorded about one of my grandchildren. I hope you enjoy.

Noah

In the hierarchy of sound
I place the ticking
of my late grandmother’s clock
as middle C.
The purring of Sooty
her black cat sits
somewhere below,
Its meow sits considerably higher,
as do all the sounds of Noah,
my grandson
now three months old.

Asleep on the smokey rag rug
the crackling pops and whistles
of the coal fire reassure,
as do the buttons, buckles, and RAF wings
I play with in their cream coloured tin.
I effortlessly slide from my childhood
to Noah’s as he lies listening.

I have no ticking clock for him.
Only my low grandfather voice,
and my burning desire to ensure
his life is full of music and me,
desperate to be his middle C,
wishing for him,
a world of beautiful polyphony.

poem by Neil William Holland. a.k.a. Soloneili

The Ghosts Of Who We Are

This is a poem that has been in the making for some time now and is about ‘feeling’ a sense of place, at least that is what I have strived to do. Perhaps my creative spark for this was something akin to nostalgia but I think everyone will identify with a certain sense of place that we all refer to as our ‘roots’. Everything is based on real experiences and facts. In this sound-poem, I wanted to make it about feeling something as it unravels. Oh well, enough from me, I hope you enjoy. Peace and best wishes to al…Neil

Words for Peace

Words For Peace

If I could leave my words for those I love, to understand,
lay me down where grass is sweet and flowers grow,
that I may share the life our meadows know
and spend eternal peace in my beloved land.

In silent prayer I wish for those a friend to me,
may peace be in your life and quiet waters flow,
to nurture heart in those you love and know
and all conjoin in high serenity.

Alone mere words cannot repay the debts we owe,
nor wishes cleanse the souls we’ve grown to be,
but surely love uplifts when all is low
and binds us in one true affinity.

If all could leave their words for those they love to understand
and lay their thoughts in meadows sweet where flowers grow,
we’d nourish all we hope our children come to know
and place true peace in our beloved lands.
…………………………….

The above is a poem by me, Neil William Holland…a.k.a. Soloneili

Rascally Weeds

This is a poem inspired by weeds I have seen clinging high up on buildings with only the mortar between the bricks to offer a foothold. This never ceases to amaze me as they defy the power of the wind and the rain, survive the frost and the snow, and say everything about the power of mother nature. It is a free verse poem.

Rascally Weeds.........a poem by Neil william Holland a.k.a. Soloneili, thepoetinthecar

Rascally weeds in tiny crevices
wild on Peregrine-cliffs of lofty towers.
Clinging tight in winds that flow
through lanes of pinioned bowers.

You flourish proudly in man's mortar
steadfast in reclamation,
of mother earth and green-belt slaughter
atop your barren station.

Rascally weeds on high I see you
float your fractal cells in air,
defying all man tries to do
your life-force chiding everywhere.

Rascally weeds of flower and tendril leaves
resplendent in your mother's power.
What clinging mischief nature births,
on mankind's concrete tower.

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In Search Of Nirvana (meditation)

In Search of Nirvana (meditation) by Soloneili

Click on post heading to hear the track.
This is recorded through a THX certified microphone using bespoke layered sound design played on an Oxygen2 61 key midi keyboard combined with a Tibetan singing bowl that took me a few years to find (finding the right singing bowl for you as an individual is not an easy thing if you believe in harmonics in respect of people as well as objects). The track is sufficiently long (just over ten minutes) to enable relaxation and subtleties are obtained through rhythms and weight via the velocity sensitive keyboard when playing. This is the first of a series aimed at meditative qualities that help in the search for the state of Nirvana, or simply to chill out with, depending on your own perspective.Best wishes always. Neil

Sound sculpture

Why do I call this a sound sculpture? Well, it has to do with the fact that I realised as I was creating it and making adjustments by code manipulation that it was in fact just like sculpting a sound sample or using a pallette knife on an oil painting. The end result is a representational study where the sound-imagery depicts something for each listener. I was going to use this as a sound bed for a poem but I have decided to leave it to stand as it is. In terms of my concept I was going to write a poem about someone following their brother into the factory and that sets the tone for their life. They like christmas and their one holiday per year and an otherwise mundane existence is punctuated by occasional rare events. This probably does represent the lives of some people and I have certainly known people who fit into this like a glove and they were wonderful working class folk who I still hold very dear in my memory. Maybe the sound-sculpture will not be like that for you, but maybe the sounds are so strong that it will. Matters not really, but I just wanted to share my creativity with others and that is reward enough for me. Best wishes. Neil

Free Gift of friendship.

Thanks to all who follow me, I truly appreciate it and I’m only just learning about the etiquette involved of blogging so my humble apologies if I’ve not acknowledged anyone, I’m sorry, but I hope you enjoy this track which, if you like it, is free to download and indeed free to everyone who comes across it. There is something about all religions that attracts me in terms of the wisdom contained within them, and Buddhism particularly holds a fascination for me, even though I’m a christian. I believe that there is good in the true essence of all faiths and that with faith comes hope, and a life with hope is a life that is always filled with promise.

When I put this track together I wanted to convey a sense of serenity and voice which reaches out through the mystery of its sound and when I came across the throat chant I knew I just had to use it and this is the end result. There is also much to be heard on the wind and that too is embraced in the concept of this piece and in my mind the gradual unfolding of the throat chant is an unfolding of consciousness that seems to carry a feeling inside me of some sort that is hard to define. I often find this with sound and I love the way sound can reach into every crevice of a room and perhaps it can reach in to every crevice of our lives in the same way. I have a Tibetan singing bowl which I love to strike and allow its resonance to do just that, to resonate inside me on many levels and to enter every crevice of my life. These nuances of sound, the interaction between the physical qualities of sound and the spiritual, more abstract qualities, of life maybe speak of things we don’t yet understand but which are as important and as relevant as the food we eat. After all, I believe it is truly important to feed our soul just as much as our body, and what can possibly be wrong with having faith and hope, nourished by what we believe and what we place our trust in, whatever religion it may be. It’s not about being enthusiastic about religion, it’s about being religiously enthusiastic about life. Please enjoy and best wishes. Neil