Deadline: 8th March 2023

All submissions to Haiku 478:

https://www.naviarrecords.com/2023/03/01/naviarhaiku478-distant-hills/

To participate:
- Make a song in response to the weekly assigned poem (a new poem is published every Wednesday)
- When choosing a title for your piece also include the assignment number, for example “Title of your track (naviarhaiku110)”
To submit your track:
- If you’re a Soundcloud user, upload it on Soundcloud and send me the URL via private message, or tag me in the track.
- If you upload your music on Youtube, Bandcamp or anywhere else, upload your submission and then send me the link by email at marco@naviarrecords.com or contact me on Twitter, Facebook or Instagram
- If you don’t use any music platform, upload it to this Dropbox folder and I’ll include it in the weekly playlist. If you choose this option, make sure you include your name in the track’s title. www.dropbox.com/request/JvKyUfuCSzJ3gRNRocZz
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haiku #478: distant hills … / beyond the gate / winter stillness

distant hills …
beyond the gate
winter stillness

haiku by Clive Bennett https://mobile.twitter.com/birdsinhaiku

picture by Ricardo Gomez Angel https://unsplash.com/@rgaleriacom

For more information visit http://www.naviarrecords.com/about/naviar-haiku

tindal shaft

halF distanT [naviarhaiku478]

2Mar23

My naviarhaiku478 submission
https://www.naviarrecords.com/2023/03/01/naviarhaiku478-distant-hills/
:D

distant hills [naviarhaiku478]

Track created using software on iPad:
AUM, senode, Riffer, Fugue Machine, Digitalism, Quanta, Sunrizer, Kronecker, SynthMaster 2, FRMS
Mixed and mastered in Cubase, adding NI Massive X, Pharlight, Ashlight, Reaktor Metaphysical, Voice of Wind

Photo by zenbytes (2021, Spessart Hills, Germany)

beyond winter stillness - Naviarhaiku 478

Naviar Haiku 478

distant hills …
beyond the gate
winter stillness

Clive is a sometime philosopher, thinker, dreamer, birdwatcher, poet, and occasional writer. Living and writing in beautiful North Wales.

He draws inspiration from nature, especially birds, which he has been watching for as long as he can remember

Clive’s haiku have been published in the Wales Haiku Journal, Presence, Hedgerow, Blo͞o Outlier Journal, ‘Failed Haiku’, tsuri-dōrō journal, and most recently in the Scarlet Dragonfly Journal. He can be found on the Drifting Sands Poets Hub.

Beyond the Gates of Winter

Beyond the Gates of Winter (NaviarHaiku478)

This track was created for the Naviar Haiku group.
478 week haiku
https://www.naviarrecords.com/2023/03/01/naviarhaiku478-distant-hills/

2023-03-03

Distant Hills ( Naviarhaiku 478 )

30 years ago, an attrocity was committed - genocide happened in Srebrenica. Why memory still matters. Picture https://flic.kr/p/a5yoxg 
Roͬͬ͠͠͡͠͠͠͠͠͠͠͠sͬͬ͠͠͠͠͠͠͠͠͠aͬͬ͠͠͠͠͠͠͠ Menkman Srebrenica CC BY 2011

Srebrenica

X-Starkbierzeit

This was a 'One Mic... One Take' Improvisation by guitarist Tim Elliot and myself! 

I was playing his ancient Upright Grand Piano and he was on his Telecaster with Fender Tube Amp.  

So remember, this is a Live recording of us 'Falling off a Cliff' together whilst playing our chosen instruments and Listening to each other as if our lives depended upon it!  ;-D

We can only hope that you too, will dare to simply Let Go... and enJOY!

© Gary Courtland-Miles & Tim Elliot 2023 2025
℗  Gary Courtland-Miles & Tim Elliot 2023 2025

Under The Heavens *

"Art Groupie"

This is a track from my album TALES OF A NOMAD, a collection of impressions from decades of living a nomadic life for professional reasons.

Scream Of The Northern Plains

Rapid hornblowing action as the city gets wild.....

Pic. NY c/o Pinterest 

Night Strike

Alright

All things will pass away

Somewhat doom-laden reflection of the prospect....but cheering up, it may never come down to a rogue algorithm sparking it all off!! Hooray!......
Blues track:
Synth; Tenor saxes; Soprano saxes; flutes; alto flutes(bridge); oboes; clarinets (bass parts).
Beats and explosions c/o Garageband.

Pic. 'Silicon Cities' by Heiko Hellwig c/o Pinterest

Algorithmic - Armageddon Blues

Just addendum to 'Covers from my heart' (for it took me way longer than expected to find halfway suitable English rhymes after translating my German text template)

The background: I spent my childhood at a time when books were the main sources for imagination and dreams. One of favorites: The Sea-Wolf. I was mostly fascinated by the flashbacks recounting the meeting of two kids (Hump and Frisco Kid) from completely different social classes, in which each of their respective worlds exerted a special attraction on the other. 

I felt the same way. I didn't come from a wealthy family, but a middle-class home and I found everything that didn't conform to middle-class rules magical. I sought out the “wicked,” and failed miserably to be accepted there. 

Much later I realized how massively privileged my life was compared to their dreary and hopeless environment marked by poverty and violence, which has not changed to this day. Quit the opposite. And although I support an association that cares for them, I feel that I am utterly unable to make any difference at all.

This song is an attempt to imagine something impossible to imagine unless you are affected by it yourself. I interpreted my German words with the help of DeepL and used various pages to find rhymes, synonyms and idioms. The musical template was a piece I wrote 20 years ago as an instrumental that I turned into a blue grass version.

According to the literal translation of my German words, the song should be called "Scumland," but I didn't like that title at all. Ultimately, I chose “wasteland” because “waste” has so many more relevant layers of meaning in the context of the song.

©music and lyrics by Hans-Michael Albers, vocals by suno 4.5+

I wake to the sound of a bottle smashin'
Mama's on the floor
Her dreams are crashin'
The sink's full of rust
The walls are peelin'
Dad’s fists talk louder than any feelin'
Broken bikes rustin' in the neighbor's yard
Kids playin' games
But the rules hit hard
Streetlights flicker like a dying hope
This town’s a noose
I’m the end of the rope
 
On the corner
Smoke hangs like a funeral veil
Dealers whisper stories
Every word’s a jail
Shadows move fast
But the clocks stay slow
This ain't a place where dreams ever grow
Siren songs scream in the midnight sky
You run or you fight
Or you just get by
The concrete jungle got no vines to climb
Just cracks in the ground
And they swallow time
 
Dirt on my hands
Dirt in my soul
The streets take a piece
And they never let go
Violence is a language
We all understand
See you in wasteland
Where all your hopes end
Get lost in wasteland
No chance to defent
‘cause this is wasteland, yoh

My boy Jamal got a scar like a map
Says it tells the story of a knife’s trap
He dreams of cars that purr like lions
But wakes to the sound of his mama cryin'
The gangs wear flags like it’s some parade
But the floats are coffins
The streets are their stage
Every breath feels like it’s borrowed time
Every rhyme’s a bullet
So I load my mind
 
The train tracks hum
But they never stop here
Even the rails know there’s nothin’ near
Dreams don’t board
They just stay in the dark
Like ghosts of a life that never found its spark
 
Dirt on my hands
Dirt in my soul
The streets take a piece
And they never let go
Violence is a language
We all understand
See you in wasteland
Where all your hopes end
Get lost in wasteland
No chance to defent
‘cause this is wasteland, yoh


Get lost in wasteland

I'm a composer, working from a 3' x 5' studio (some may call it a dinette) in a 5th wheel camper, while traveling the United States. I've been on the road for six years, so most of my recent work will have come from a different state (of mind and location) during my travels.

Music makes me feel better about everything. I don't know that I'm ever happier than when I am creating. I sometimes wonder if creativity isn't one of the primary keys to happiness. Do you ever feel better than when you say, "Look what I did."? This phrase magically conjures the purest sense of childlike joy.

Music works for every part of our lives. We all have music for when we are sad, happy, celebrating, meeting others, when we are alone, and even when we are lonely. Did a song come to mind as you read each of those situations? I remember the first song I ever heard on the radio, on my first bus ride to kindergarten. One of my favorite musical memories is playing in a band for steel beach on the flight deck of the aircraft carrier USS Nimitz.

I love telling stories with music. Everybody loves John Coffey in the Green Mile, but Mr. Jingles should have a song commemorating his reaching and joining the circus at Mouseville. If you agree, join me for this and similar journeys. The music here is synthetic, but as real as you would choose to have it.

My music most often lands on Soundcloud first and is inspired by one of my favorite communities, Naviar Haiku:
https://www.naviarrecords.com/about/naviar-haiku
I find writing to a Haiku prompt sufficiently limiting and exquisitely inspiring.

Naviar is a music community and label. Through regular publications, open projects and events, we explore the connection between experimental music and traditional Japanese poetry.

To join the Haiku challenge, visit https://www.naviarrecords.com/about/naviar-haiku

Beyond the Gates of Winter (NaviarHaiku478)

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