Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Like all opening notes...

One is coaxed, caressed, cavorted, cossetted, crammed into the composition.  Whether it is music, literature, art, dance... or even a TV show.  The intent is the reason for it.  How one should assess what one is seeing.  Or hearing.  Or feeling.  The intent of the author, creator, artist.  My intent... is not so certain, so, gentle reader, I try to ease you in gently.  With a soft chuckle and a deep thought.  I shall save the redneck jokes for later.

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