Mozart in a Mosh Pit

Monday, March 02, 2026

Good morning, The Wonder... fell Way.

How's the day? O/

The power of words, what this site is all about.

What language is for and how it works (and perhaps why) is the common thread in everyone of these journal entries.

Words are the work and the instrument of poets.

In case you wanted to know what poets were up to: Now you know.

If we all required a violin to communicate with each other, we wouldn't talk too much about violins.

And so, we don't talk too much about language.

In that violin fluent world, those whose work focused on making sure the instruments were able to express all they can by staying in tune would be called poets.

Regardless how well-trained they are, a musician can only ever sound as good as their instrument allows.

When our words are out of tune with our hearts the whole world sounds dissonant.

How's your language? Do your words best represent you?

A Mozart symphony in a Heavy Metal blaring all around mosh pit is still beautiful though unheard.

And so the state of so much language today... Mozart in a Mosh Pit.

There's a time and a place for Heavy Metal. To only play it all day long is to miss out on so many other expressions of what it means to be alive.

A one note symphony cannot exist.

The World is nourished by harmony.

Sun's up. Soft light, the hard caws of crows.

A poet's morning journal in an infantile Internet Age: Mozart in a Mosh Pit.

Take care and make a wonderful day.