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casey.scott.leach.
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ginger.
not Catholic.

You want the poems? here's the poems.
You want them gifs? here's the gifs.

what I’m working on tonight (play crack the sky by brand new)

The contents of my bag #newyorklife #caseytakesover #davidfosterwallace #deodorant #cup #amongotherthings

The contents of my bag #newyorklife #caseytakesover #davidfosterwallace #deodorant #cup #amongotherthings

Putting the work in. #caseytakesover #officehours #dailydevotion #cshapedbarchords

Putting the work in. #caseytakesover #officehours #dailydevotion #cshapedbarchords

Hey everyone! I’m heading over to @artisticabandonnyc to take it over for the week.  Follow me to the corner of the Internet where creativity, determination, and a fine taste in wine is prized above all.  Hope to see you there!

Hey everyone! I’m heading over to @artisticabandonnyc to take it over for the week. Follow me to the corner of the Internet where creativity, determination, and a fine taste in wine is prized above all. Hope to see you there!

inyourearhole:

So Much Love is the new release from Miles Wick, and I found I needed to be immersed in it before I could properly write about it. It opens with “Cloud,” a droning introduction with a subtly shifting rhythm like sand, or water, or the sky, or time itself. The atmosphere is so real and deep in its understated simplicity that it forces the listener to become the story in the lyrics. Followed by “In My Town In Your Town Too,” this track brings us back down to earth a little, but the gamelan feel of the chimes and guitar interplay still reference a similarly shifting rhythm. 

Miles really shines on the title track, “So Much Love.” His voice rings clear and true with a tone that is simultaneously uplifting but also slightly melancholic. You don’t doubt that he is indeed overtaken by the love surrounding him, but perhaps feel that he is somewhat sadly detached from that love, as he entreats the listener to give in to the emotion. Again, the production is very nicely clean and sparse: mostly acoustic guitar with some synth and guitar counterpoint melodies and airy drums.

"Only Water" brings us back to the loose strummy drone that opened the album. It’s a wistful track which to me suggests an attempt at reconciling what is on the shore - expectations of life? Family? - with a part of himself that is so far out at sea that the "you" shrinks in the distance. This is Miles’ id and it’s not lost at sea so much as enjoying drifting free. The introduction of the ethereal harmonies and ghostly guitar melodies toward the last third bring a resolution but not a simple one: has the "I" in the lyrics remained at sea or joined humanity, and which decision brings peace? 

"In Front of You" is something of a matched bookend to "So Much Love" entreating us to be aware of, and more to appreciate, what is in front of us. "It" may be looked at both temporally and literally. The album starts to wind down with "Empty Body" which again references the themes established in "Only Water" of drowning in the ocean and being saved somewhat resentfully or at least unwillingly.

"The Light" is a perfect follow up, a moment of transcendence beyond the body, beyond the ocean, beyond humanity. Again, there is reference to the theme with the droning bowed bass and screeching cymbals providing a haunting melodic tension which is broken at last by love. Or at least there is the hope of love providing the needed release.

The relatively short album is closed with finale “Dear Author,” which works very well as the epitaph for the album. It speaks longingly of a life gone too fast, of the futility of words, of promised actions which never realized. ‘What did you want to show us?’ he asks plaintively, and this invites yet another listen to this beautiful album about life, love, and artistic longing to try to understand what is being said even deeper. ‘Now it’s perfect.’

It truly is perfect. It’s not often an album gives chills not only on your arm, but in your heart. I entreat you to dive into this lush and beautiful ocean created by Miles, to swim far away from the shore of everyday life, of physical entrapment, to be lost in the sea of love. 

http://mileswick.bandcamp.com/album/so-much-love-3

Evolution

(image care of http://brakken.tumblr.com/)

Inside every lizard
there is a dragon
that rests it’s wings.

Inside every turtle
are water cannons
whose jets peel flesh.

On the back of every
dog there is a seed
whose bloom is so beautiful.

So deadly, that with
one touch the fingers
grow coal black and itch.

Within every ghost there
is a deeper ghost, whose
flesh is the skin of night.

Inside every stone is
another stone, then another stone,
then a mountain resting.

Inside every tadpole
is a boxer, inside every
introvert is an Alakazam,

inside of you there is a
stone, then another stone,
then a mountain resting.

Within you there is
space to fill all the
paths with the song of

your footsteps. Inside you
there is a sea, which
was inside a river, which

was inside a creek, which
was inside a puddle, which
was inside a raindrop.

Swans that thang #lcswing (at The Tent At Lincoln Center)

Swans that thang #lcswing (at The Tent At Lincoln Center)

This is what the old myths can teach us today. This is why so many tattoo the deathly hallows to their bodies: Mastering death does not mean living forever. Conquering death is an acceptance of ones own mortality. It is an acknowledgment that nothing is permanent, most of all oneself, and that this life can end at any moment. Harry realized this, and accepted his death at the hand of Voldemort

With the acceptance of death, one also accepts life, in all it’s beauty and terror.

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