Invitation Today: Fresh lime and out of the sun.

Not so Undercover. But back to the Book that Wrote the Life.


You all thought this was a cop out. Didn’t you? You probably believed ‘she’ was too lazy to flog a book so she wants to distract us, getting her book to tell stories. Tall stories.

Has anyone thought what the new resurrection of the story teller, the spoken word, the poet rapper, the performance poet, might indicate? The spoken word. Logos. in the beginning was the Word…and the word was…

It seems there is a return to the Theatre like Epidaurus and all those other acoustic marvels where poetry and dramatic art drew crowds, and bequeathed us, England rather immortally through our Bard, every term still used, comedy, tragedy,dialogue, character, metre and chorus. We all use these in books, in music, and think in dramatic terms in how to arrest and hold attention. Dramatic art is bred in the bone, but what very few know is the recent evidence that DNA is the proto-language, with syntax, sequences, homonyms and pages, read like a novel. How else does a leaf distinguish itself from a stem, except by awaiting the chapter called leaf, and being summoned on stage…’your solo now, read distinctly… take it away…’ Each cell has the whole script, so reading out protein lines puts when and where centre stage. Even DNA has story telling skills.


I hate to do an ‘I told you so…’ but Involution as a thesis is not surprised at this return to early art through stories, it has appeared itself to suggest that Mankind as a whole has returned to origins, so it is good to be part of, and demonstrate what it claims to expose.  S’cuse us while we take a bow.

Story telling, the most ancient art and means of advance, is establishing itself as the ultimate spontaneous culture by which we change and challenge one another. That is what lay behind settling my ‘Careless Talk’ blog at the fringe of the marketplace and hoping some might gather round to listen and in time to speak. As yet I can not promise an audience chez moi ( everybody is so busy negotiating and selling, clever ways to sell other things, mostly) which makes the generosity of this invitation to introduce music doubly generous. I only have a story to tell, and nothing to sell. I do admit it is a big story.

Today I am invited out of the glare of the Marrakech market square to take a glass of mint tea in the shadow of Roz Morris’s ‘The Undercover Soundtrack, as a guest to talk about what music contributes to my writing. It has contributed a great deal, but the one thing I failed to mention on her blog ( it seemed a tad ungracious) was that music took up the podium of life and for many years prevented any writing at all. Instead it brought my feet back to earth but essentially left my head in the clouds. Practice, bows, scores,strings and instruments, and endless travel to expensive maestros meant time to listen to a great deal, but damn all composition of my own until later and distilled through the pipette of memory. A bit like soaking words with an infusion of saffron:  pricey, coloured and often dangerous but then exotic words are only exotic if unfamiliar. On the whole I am for making more of them familiar, to give more options and different keys, but I know I play with fire. Another consequence of Involution is the demand for simplicity and minimalism. Good in theory but sometimes a cuisine minceur, pretty on the plate but unsustaining, hungry an hour later. Please do not mistake me as serious,(long words plus Beethoven means serious? Why?) I feel like one of those Buddhists setting fire to another kind of saffron.

Someone once said that it was obvious I had never suffered because I used too many words, and much too easily! It is one area where I quarrel with received opinion that one must be very parsimonious with words. I can quite see that too much confusing spice  cancels out, and discrimination is the essence of the pinch to apply, but oh the sweet economy of finding le mot just. ( Another taboo transgressed, but who said  we had to stick to one tongue and why is it lazy to use another?) Breaking all barriers would make a for a profusion of nuance…I love German for its effortless emphasis, French for its precision, English for its limitless evocation, and Afrikaans for its irreverent comedy. Why deny any a place in the sun? I wonder if Russian is as poetic as Russians claim themselves to be. Now they are serious!


Those of you never visited by music except turned on and off by a switch have much to be thankful for. I just do not want you to think I am as weighty as my aspirations suggests,(or that Beethoven is all I care about- you have not seen me jive to a penny whistle) because like you I am only a story teller.I just would like the story to manage what music can, and change the DNA spiral  of science. To shimmy up between those mirror coils and explode in the brain. So really what I am saying is music lies deeper than words, but the tumbling waves of words sometimes can knock us off our feet and dump us on a different beach.

waves 358-800

I want mine sometimes to do that. It does not have to be serious.

Author: philipparees

A writer ( mostly narrative poetry) of fiction and non-fiction. Self publisher of fiction and Involution-An Odyssey Reconciling Science to God (Runner-up Book of the Year (2013), One time builder ( Arts centre) Mother of four daughters: Companion of old man and old dog: One time gardener, lecturer, wannabe cellist, mostly enquirer of 'what's it all about', blogger and things as yet undiscovered.

2 thoughts on “Invitation Today: Fresh lime and out of the sun.”

  1. Your poetry, as well as the source-stories you display in the comments to ‘Involution,’ are music of a kind, a wave to a different beach, and at least as exciting as Beethoven’s tunes.


  2. Blessings Ashen. I had such fun putting this together. Telling stories is never a problem, and soon the market will be glutted and we will all sit down and share out mangoes and tell tales.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

Enlightenment Meditation

Traditional Meditations are Designed to Fail


You - philosophical, thoughtful, witty. Me - still thinks fart jokes are funny. We should DEFINITELY get together!

Writing about history, politics & economics

How did we get to where we are, do we want to be there and where are we going?

Savvy Writers & e-Books online

Writing & Publishing, e-Books & Book Marketing


Poetry becomes life when you write it down for the world.

Smorgasbord Blog Magazine

Blog magazine for lovers of health, food, books, music, humour and life in general

BREVITY's Nonfiction Blog

Daily Discussions of craft and the writing life


Writing, the Universe and whatever occurs to me

Hugh's Views & News  

WordPress & Blogging tips, flash fiction, photography and lots more!


Notes on a roundabout allotment

Mindlovemisery's Menagerie

A dose of fetish. Good friends. An incomparable muse.

PHI lippa. Letters of Love

Writer, Poet, Impudent Philosopher: (Pulling the gold thread from the grey weave.)

The Silent Eye

Self beyond the Personality

Planetary Defense Command

Defending the planet from bad science fiction

M.C. Tuggle, Writer

Adventures and mishaps in science fiction, fantasy, and mystery

Shelley Sackier

I write books--cuz I love words. Sometimes they love me back.

⚡️La Audacia de Aquiles⚡️

"El Mundo Visible es Sólo un Pretexto" / "The Visible World is Just a Pretext".-

First Night Design

Art, Design, Theatre, Literature, History, Food, Laughter ... but mostly Art!

Waar mijn pen ligt, ben ik thuis

Wherever I lay my pen, that's my home

Myths of the Mirror

Life is make believe, fantasy given form

Disjointed Jottings by Robert Smith (A.K.A. TyCobbsTeeth)

LIFE FOCUS :: Stay Hungry -- SITE FOCUS :: Reading, Writing, Roaming and the Experiences that come with. (Tips, Tools, Thoughts, and Stories)

Visionary Fiction Alliance

Expanding Human Consciousness

Roxana Bucur

When words become unclear, I shall focus with photographs. When images become inadequate, I shall be content with silence. - Ansel Adams

%d bloggers like this: