Object Writing Day 1
Hey people, I wanna embark on an object writing journey and would love you to join me.
Day 1: What Writing 02.11.2023
Sight Sound Taste Touch Smell Body Motion
5 Minutes: Sky
It looks like there is fire in the sky, a burning cloud devouring the air I breathe. The overflowing sun beams reaching out to the cloud and setting it on fire. The gleam of coal in the air as the heat is blazing though the collection of water particles in the air. After all, what happens on the sun is the same and water is burned into helium. Lighter than air, funny noises. If the sunbeams could talk they would be giggling all the way from the suns surface up until the time they reach the higher atmosphere, where they start to breathe in the cold and thin air. Tasting the metallic taste of ozone and being caught by a cushion of the atmosphere and some elements of hydrogen. Seeing the infinite blue separated by a million shades of green, brown, white and yellow. Their bodies dancing through the higher atmosphere and beaming down. In the blink of an eye they reach the surface, creating vibrations that result in colours, tasting the material and bouncing so fast leaving the colour for us to see. Touching the ground and being partially absorbed, turning into heat
10 Minutes: Crash
Sight Sound Taste Touch Smell Body Motion
A never ending honking noise in the distance, driving slowly towards a steep bent curve driving 20 miles an hour in absolute no visibility. The fog is unbroken. Disguising the road and hiding all but a few meters ahead that are scarcely lit up by my headlights. The cold air outside coming in through my AC is so damp that I decide to turn it up to a higher temerpature setting. I feel the centrifugal force gently pushing me to the left, as I take the steep right turn. The seat belt cutting into the flesh on the side of my neck. The stale coffee from the gas station an hour ago is still lingering in the air and it is as if I can still taste the metallic taste of the old machine they had in store to make the coffee. A bit to the left I can see an orange gleam of light repeatingly flashing. I bring the car to a standstill and cut the engine. I lower the window and listen into the dark fog around me. Was that voices? Was that something else? Screeching noises as if metal is pushing over stone and dirt. A distant radio blaring out a country song. Whimpering noises, of a female I suppose, can be heard softly. I step out the vehicle. Shoutingly asking if there was someone I could help. Taking my phone flashlight, my emergency kit and a fire extinguisher with me I slowly walk towards where I assume the noise to originate from. The taste of smoke is in the air, mixed with a pinch of oil or gasoline. The hair on my arm is rising up due to the cold damp air around me. I put one air pod into my ear and walk slowly, one step at a time. In the distance I can see the gleaming light repeating over and over again. The voice of the woman getting louder. The slow screeching of metal continues. ‚Can I help you‘ I ask but she just keeps crying silently.
90 Seconds: Lily Pad
Sight Sound Taste Touch Smell Body Motion
An overgrown pond. I literally stepped into an overgrown pond and now my trousers are soaking wet. I need to find a way to get back to my camp site and dry this. In the dark I could not see that this was Lilly pads ahead of me and I stumbled into the pond. It looked so solid and as if there was a path in between them, but the majestic leaves somehow lured me into thinking this was real
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Collaborating with other lyricists or musicians can bring new perspectives and styles to our music.
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Writing intentionally ambiguous lyrics can allow for personal interpretation, making our songs more open.
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Incorporating storytelling techniques into our lyrics can create vivid imagery that enhances impact.
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Drawing inspiration from personal experiences can add authenticity and emotional depth to our lyrics.
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Experimenting with unconventional song structures can help us create unique and memorable songs.
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Your songs on a Spotify playlist
Hey there, you got music out on Spotify?
Pitch it to me and I will add them to my lists: https://submitl.ink/c/johanneskieper/
All the best
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Latest Podcast episode - Season 2 Episode 1 - Final Notice
Latest Podcast episode – Season 2 Episode 1 – Final Notice
https://open.spotify.com/episode/4IR8UqFjYez0tDYU2HcH7p?si=7719a5319b8540dc
Transcript:
Right, hello and welcome back again to the second season of Songwriting Tips and Tricks with Kieper. I know it’s been a while, and there is so much in the upcoming episodes to talk about. While the pandemic is still around and will be for a couple more months, I hope you have found time and inspiration to…
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I'm Nobody! Who are you?
Are you – Nobody – too?
Then there's a pair of us!
Don't tell! they'd advertise – you know!
How dreary – to be – Somebody!
How public – like a Frog –
To tell one's name – the livelong June –
To an admiring Bog!
Emily Dickinson
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Death on a subway
Carriages are too outdated today
in modern days they would appear antique
so death decided to opt for something new
something more efficient, top-notch, shiny - cheap,
so instead of humble horses,
or ferrying the river Styx
he went to build a subway
deep, beneath the river bed
but unlike death back in Romance days - Now seems
he's worn out, a creased, cardboard cup in his hands
jeans too tight and coffee drips run down his chin,
the genteel garb, replaced by greasy dungarees
no ascot tie, or polished shoes to walk in
he sold his high-horses, when depression came
"got a ticket for the ride?" he absently asks,
scrunching his nose, to cough from his cold again
and he's sure, for the next century or so
he is bound to make the same trip round and round
from the setting sun until the end of time
and stops for those that cannot wait for him; who
stand; and distract themselves with flickering screens
rather than to tit for tat, or chat with him
talking in hashtags, tweets, filters; binary
and still cannot stop, while death is imminent.
Standing right there next to them asking for the
fare in cash, but no one pays with change no more
"Isn't there an app?" a young man asks, barely
taking his closed eyes from off his shattered screen
His face, pale; a filter sure will do the trick
he's unaware of where he's going on this trip
a beggar in the aisle, asking for loose change
everyone is too tied to their 5-inch window
Without lifting a brow, some step out the door
right into a mound that is in the soil of
a platform, under construction, is it not?
Mass graves are better; balancing the figures.
And since then - 'tis only hours, maybe days, and yet
amounts a million hours of cats on YouTube
the soul is uploaded - the body is transformed
into a few billion bits and pieces
Copyright Kieper 2020
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Another great course on writing songs and lyrics. FutureLearn is a platform hosted by the BritishCouncil and offers great courses for free.
You might want to check it out.
Cheers to y’all
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