Author: Alex V. Weir

Hello. Welcome to my blog. I am here to write on a variety of topics. The title of the site 'Fractal Journal' reflects the way I see the world and wish to explore it. I believe that everything is interconnected and the best way to understand it is through studying perspective. I suppose some may find it pompous but I view what I do as, 'Perspective Journalism.' There will be recurring themes throughout. For instance there may be long spells in which I will write about a single topic from many angles. One such topic will be water, the natural resource about which I am currently writing a book. If you find that you enjoy what I do, please subscribe.

Again Again (Original Lyrics and Song Demo)

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The result of a brief little jam session I was able to squeeze in last night.

I made it on the fly and just now wrote down the lyrics for those who prefer poems to songs.

DAW (i guess it’s a DAW) – Audacity (Effects – compression, equalization, reverb (or echo IDR) )

Instruments – Guitar, Violin, Vocals

Lyrics

All the puzzle pieces are such familiar places

I use them to make traces of my past

And that’s the path I walk on

In repetitious circles

I just go round and round and round

Sometimes I think that

That I have found

 A line that is straight

But I’m still on the ground

I’m still going round

 O Yea

Wait a little while with me

Wait a little while and see

The magic of a symmetry

Of 3 and 6 and 0 degree

 

Is the wine any less fine

Just because you’ve tasted it

Once more

Once more

So come on by and knock on

And knock on my old door

So come on by and let’s sit

Let’s sit on my floor

Let’s pourout all the whiskey

Pour it into dirty cups

Let’s pull out a bit of a bit of something

That we never ever ever grow weary of

All these starry thoughts

Of forever… and above…. and beyond…. and between….

In the light of the trees

And the evenings cool cool cool breeze

I am waiting waiting you are waiting waiting

Why are waiting

Why are we frustrating

When we could

Be turning round as the wheel

And to feel what is real

Is the motion of eternal

Again … again

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Drink the Wine (Poem and Song)

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So you’ve got some wine and you’ve got some time

But you just won’t drink it in

Cause you’re always waiting for some dream to begin

Yea excuse you need an excuse for each and every use

Cause tasting grapes for the sake of life

Is a foul abuse

So you take a knife

And cut a portion

Carefully and gingerly

To keep up with the notion

That you’d better be so very spare with joy

Because you can’t stare at the common fact

That we’re a million miles from Troy

And each and every act Is a circle and a line

So you’ll sit and wait and wait and wait

And you won’t drink the wine

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Miles from October (Poem)

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I’m so terribly sober

Bone dry and miles from October

Baking in the southern air

Out here where the summers stare

One by one they are aligned

And their weapons are inclined

In morbid array

Pointing out the end of day

Day eh eh eh away o day

Where the waters no longer run

No prism is painted by the sun

I row – I row

I’m so terribly sober

Bone dry and miles from October

You sow

My sweet fictional tomorrow

You only beg and borrow

Time will show the circles full

As I row past

All Passing

Here there is no guessing

Where

I’m so terribly sober

Bone dry and miles from October

Well

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1982 – The Button – Doodle n’ Skit

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1982 - The Button

John: But what?

Gus: But what, what?

John: What does it do?

Gus: It’s the button…

John: I can see that.

Gus: It’s not that… but the…

John: ‘The’ what?

 Gus: The button.

1982

Yea. It’s not the height of wit but I had fun doodling it out. Since there seem to be some parallels between today and the early eighties I felt it funny to dabble in nostalgia I’ve heard rather than lived.

Also, doodling is a great way to take your mind off an injury.

Goldfish (Poem)

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They think they’re strong

I see them every day

Through their shielding windows

On their foggy way

Little tiny minnows

Behind some moving glass

Never stung by arrows
Laughing as you pass

In their bowls

They feel pretty kinglike

These edges of their life don’t feel like controls
Fed and sated yea they have waited to never have to hike

And here they are

Going so far

Each one a star

With its very own motorcar!
Going, going so far, yet enthroned kingly seated

And they know they swear they know they’re strong

Never greeted
By suspicion of maybe… wrong

Go along get along so its meeted
From one bowl to the next
How fancy are your limits, lets put them on

Just shoot me a text

Afore the last bowl at the dealership’s gone…

Ill – (Poem)

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Headache clarity

Ah this strain…

Remember my mortality

In each shooting pain

Despite all of my measures
Surfeit of food and strength of limb

I can’t hold on to earthly treasures

Febrile is the feeling of the burning skin
This twelve stone frame

Never felt so thin

Though I’m not dying and not lame

There is much education in this

Expectations are for fools
Now I know I’ll never miss
For I’ve released anticipations odd and sterile rules

To find the clarity of pain
Bearer of a wisdom most profound
Of which it’s impossible to speak of plain

For it’s in the ground

Soil from which we sprang
And at times heard little peals of bells
Yes when they rang
Recalled the measure of our wells

So it is that clarity
Has made me see
That till death art is daily
There is no greater free

Image Credit: http://www.faena.com/aleph/articles/memento-mori-remember-that-you-too-will-die/

Typical (Poem)

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Opened a book today

A million men died in its pages

A million widows wept, what can I say
A typical account of typical ages

A great river had promise

To make the land rich

They must never miss

The chance to satisfy that itch

Utility’s king

Futility’s felt without building a thing

So goes the ring, so goes the ring

The round circle tight as a noose

Choking the poets

Squeezing the juice

Potential is drained

Yeah you know it’s
The way it’s explained

Very matter of fact

That we must sacrifice

With a haste without tact

For we need things nice

Yet do we really know

What’s nice and what’s ill

What poets, muses, and sages

Are lost in the men that we kill

For the promise of better just slightly
The thing haunts me nightly

So my lamp burns more brightly
Till I see this dross is all gone

Life is a thing both febrile and strong

Both sacred and wrong

So I guard that flame

Doubly sure to maintain the song

For many have died and many are lame

While I have vigor
I’ll recall their name

Pull (Poem)

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I am waiting for realization

Sitting on the precipice

Of some formation

I can’t feel a moments peace

Because context it eludes me

I must chase my playful bride

From a sense of symmetry

I fashion signposts to serve as guide

As I meander through the chambers

Of the Minotaur

With Ariadne’s thread

 The sketches on these papers

The fall of line

The spill of ink

Ties up in the divine

Or so I like to think

And if its all but a fever

A dream of longing fools

I will never be a griever

For I’ve known such subtle pulls

Omega Alpha (Poem)

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Pictures and these memories will turn to dust,

All these pictures and all these memories will turn to dust.

…and yet the stars are made of such a thing and so I still trust…

…and yet the stars are made of such a thing and so I can still trust…

Animate

Inaminate

Animate

Inanimate

These pillars dual

Are guards attending

In a formation perpetual

Whether we’re pretending

With information in our head

Or are proceeding in formation

Towards wherever the gardens led

That’s the operation

And I no longer fear

Because the stars likewise are made of dust

Yes, I see this very clear

In death, in life, in eternity I trust

Image Source: https://www.dailystar.co.uk/news/latest-news/361719/Aliens-are-out-there-Scientists-find-water-in-stardust-that-can-create-life-anywhere

Apollo’s Grunge (Poem)

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Apollo's Grunge

Any old paper will do

A scribble or typeface is equally true

As a nod unto firmament

Or some bittersweet heart’s lament

To write is to sing

To speak is to breathe

Giving souls a wing

And nerves reprieve

How cheap is the pleasure

Of such a great treasure

A pen and a paper you pulled from the refuse

Gift worthy of the most beautiful muse