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Jim Shelp / Blog

The Secrets of my Music (Jim Shelp ©2015)

The Secrets of my Music (Jim Shelp ©2015)

My music, Comes from an active mind; Learning all the time; Studying things, Uncommon springs; Like Lipschitz continuity condition, Via the extraordinary professor, Realizing useful numbers, In physics and beyond.

Some say, There is a connection between Mathematics and music; I agree, but not entirely.

Perhaps as far as the end of my fourth stanza; When an over arching providence takes hold of me, And my mind is soon blank, in another peaceful place; I only see in melodies, harmonies, and rhythms; Dancing clearly in my mind, and then soon on my dear guitar; Crossing over the banks of a whispering river; Over a crashing waterfall; Creativity naturally, ebbs and flows through my closed walls.

Music, possibly passed on in unforeseen ways, From an influence of some sort; A handshake, a talk, a walk, and such; With Bryce or Wally, the guitar teachers; Or bugs, the wind teacher; Or Ball, the piano teacher; Or even Harris, the former Major of Honolulu; Or a special visit from Vigneron, the Archbishop of Detroit; Or live televised playing with Driscoll, the virtuosic trumpeter; Or from many other thinkers, composers, and music makers not mentioned; Or from my dear children, playing in the park; Experiencing nature, or a walk in the dark; Chasing fireflies, enjoying gooey chocolate s’mores; Inspired by the wild glow of a campfire, And close family, laughing uncontrollably at my silly jokes.

Music, perhaps also from living in scarcity, Alone; How many hours I’ve twiddled away on the guitar to the bone; Searching for my cream; With only two dimes to put together; With nothing else productive to do, Nothing to eat, only a beat, feeling the blues.

I go on playing my guitar for me and you; Watching a lonely star some vast distance above; Contemplating simple and profound things; Pondering music, Pondering love; Both to be left in memory, in the future; When someday, my last song, Is created for all eternity.

Pluto (Jim Shelp © 2015)

Pluto

Music is never at rest, it is always moving, As is science and all its new discoveries, A fresh transformation of a Planet, To a dwarf planet, To an antithesis of today’s Anticipated ideas… Still a fabulous elliptical wanderer, A new discovery, Via a flyby in only Nine years, Of New Horizons, And lots of cheers!

As a famous scientist once Proclaimed, “What today Is valuable knowledge will tomorrow be so much junk,” The Hubble could not see Clearly, it flunked…

But a New look, A much closer glance, With contingency plans, Shows a varied surface, Paradoxical to some, But there it is, This is so much fun! The sight of a White Heart, And a comparable moon To dance about, With a Black Spot, How interesting, Could it be not chance, But a sweet Heavenly Romance?

Celestial bodies, Orbiting their common Barry Centre… Observations and The most plausible Interpretations Quickly following each step… The moving theories, Of the moving Heavens, Light showing sharp shadows, Along a lost mountain range Of ice, So strange, but yet So nice…

Consequences, Jupiter flying slower, From the stolen energy Of the flyby elastic like collision Of the space craft meant to be, Making its way, With ashes of Clyde Tombaugh on board, To travel to eternity, Drifting beyond His early discovery… Drifting Beyond, The Earthly edge of time, Soaring through the Unexpected new consciousness And new horizons Of the fascinating Musical and meaningful Cosmos…

Three point One Four (by Jim Shelp © 2015)

Things come in threes? Veto, things come in peripheries, Not necessarily of an Individual substance Or a rational nature …

Like Pi, Pi is Everywhere, Even in the Gravity That holds you close, And covers the Universe In a multiplicity …

Pi is in your Heart Beat, Your Thoughts … Pi is there, Universally, in a circle, All circles being similar… In a square …

Pi is there, unanimously, Something Of everything … Breaking out In Fields, in Waves, In Music, Letting the Harmonies Breathe, And things interact …

Pi is also Pious, Virtuous, And Honest … Independent of our doings It is stronger than Pinewood, Pliable to apply Ubiquitously …

A pi inch, foot, or mile A pi centimeter, meter, or kilometer … Squared, cubed, and such Or take six picas to make an inch A pi second or cycle, Or picohour … Pi times ten to the seventh seconds Approximately a year, Among things not visible … A measure of an immeasurable, Uncertainty, Paradoxical …

A spatial or temporal interval, A fractal, or fractured logic … Even the billionth digit of pi Being nine, Does not solve All its mysteries …

The peak of pi Is unforeseeable, Dreamlike … Pi is forever All around you Waiting to be discovered Waiting to be made useful Waiting to help, Waiting to be climbed …

Pi demands to be asked, Why pi? How precise? How come there is any pi at all? Why not nothing? Is pi an unknowable mystery? A periphery? A revelation? A song of songs?

Moonlight Girl (by Jim Shelp © 2014)

Moonlight Girl (by Jim Shelp © 2014)

Moonlight flowers For my moonlight Love…

In hopes of Endless talks And endless quiet Walks…

Along the Worlds seas And warm sandy Shores…

A radiant flower That bloomed For me in years Long past… Now folded by Design or by random Chance…

Until the rain falls Until the high noon cries And the sun casts a shadow Over my eyes…

Moonlight flower Moonlight love In hopes of endless times And endless love.

She (by Jim Shelp © 2014)

She (by Jim Shelp © 2014)

She was encased “in the ice By the shuddering cold,” As Horace said in one Of his Odes

Her beauty was like hot Sweet wine and a cozy fire… Stronger than a waving wand Of flickering diamonds, silver, And gold She lived a glorious Life untold…

Too precious a thing To be buried in Books… The World would fall in Love with her With just one look…

An arbiter of Correctness And decency… She upheld a myrtle Of Faith, Freedom, And Liberty.

Quote

"Words seem to me so ambiguous, so vague, so easily misunderstood compare to genuine music, which fills the soul with things a thousand times better than words." ~Felix Mendelssohn

Quotes

“My whole being was seized by an indescribable happiness as I began to play the guitar, for its tone was deep and sweet in the bass notes, diaphanous and vibrant in the higher ones. And its accent, the soul of its voice was noble and persuasive. I forgot everything but the guitar…” ~ Andres Sergovia

Nowhere and Nowhen

Free mp3 download of my latest song “Nowhere and Nowhen”