Monthly Archives: October 2016

Home (demo)

This is one of two songs I wrote as a Portfolio piece as a reflection of the Summer Session. Each of the two songs talks about man’s relationship to nature. The first song, “Home” is a positive portrayal of a young person embarking out into the world. Despite the chorus saying “I will find my way home again”, really the song points to (especially in the last verse) the idea that our home is not really the city. The line “Just don’t wait up for me” points to that, in that our protagonist will not be returning to the city.

The second song, “Signs”, will follow shortly.

Here are the lyrics for Home:

I will climb over the mountains
Through the fields and foothills
Through carpets the of flowers turning
Churning waters, waters still
Every plan and every blueprint
I will throw it to the wind
Where the tracks take me I will follow and then
I will find my way home again

And I will see what I will see (x3)
Just don’t wait up for me.

The mountains frozen with their whitecaps
Standing silent over sea
I have left my light-filled city
Now the stars are shining free
Vision will swallow horizon
Smell will take in all the air
I will tread the paths of ancient men and then
I will find my way home again

And I will see what I will see (x3)
Just don’t wait up for me.

My eyes are filled with awestruck wonder
At a wild that is so calm
And I know these mountains will live on
After all I know is gone
Every plan and every blueprint
Built my city by the sea
Though it houses all the towers of my friends
Every city will fall in the end.

Though I will see what I will see (x3)
Just don’t wait up for me.

Honouring Hunger (E-Postcard 2)

EATING KID

In class the other day, I took the time to look up and read the chapter assigned in the syllabus. Doesn’t seem like a big accomplishment, but with school starting up, a toddler at home, a house renovation underway and a very pregnant wife, looking up notes and reading the textbook was actually quite an accomplishment for the week.

I showed up and the classroom was set up exactly as described in the textbook. Our professor was there, with costumes on hand just as described. It seemed immediately to me that we would be acting out the scenario described in the textbook.

I humourously mentioned to my colleagues a tidbit of knowledge that I had devoured while quickly consuming the textbook. The professor shot a glance at me and said “well now you’ve ruined it.” Ruined it? I spoiled some great secret? Weren’t we all supposed to have read the book? It’s not like I read ahead or cheated somehow. I figured people were supposed to put work into the course rather than put their head down low and sneak by unnoticed.

This week I won’t be reading the chapter.

Thoughts on The Road Less Traveled (E-Postcard 1)

ROAD NOT TAKEN

We cheerfully exalt ourselves all too frequently for taking the road less traveled. Often it seems that “individualism” is the number one most popular self-descriptor these in modern day North America. We grow beards, get tattoos, even remodel our houses (often exactly the same as every one else around us) — all in an effort to somehow be more “individual” than every other bearded and tattooed person living in an identical house to ours.

We all want to be mountain men and ladies, off in the wilderness somewhere, chopping wood and smelling the fresh air alone. Well… as long as people can see us doing it on the internet. So we have a generation like this one, where people make videos of themselves “giving up their phone” only to say, in the description of the video:

INSTAGRAM: https://www.instagram.com/alexandrami…
TWITTER: https://twitter.com/_alexmiotto
YOUNOW: https://www.younow.com/_alexmiotto
TUMBLR: http://alexmiotto.tumblr.com/
PINTEREST: https://www.pinterest.com/alexmiotto/

Which only proves that this person doesn’t actually want to give up their phone. They want to be followed by more anonymous people.

In this most individual of times ever, we live in a society devoid of real community. A pill-popping place full of people battling depression. People who feel alone but are more connected than ever to everyone around them.

Last week was the Terry Fox assembly at our school. Among the slick video presentations and excited urging to raise more money so pies could be thrown in teacher’s faces, our Community Coordinator came up and very simply spoke about how she went to high school with Terry’s family and remembers watching his race on TV every night as a kid.

The student population sat enraptured for seven minutes as she spoke. Not a single kid seemed unaffected. It was a reminder that despite all the technology we have today, human connection and the spellbinding word matters so much more than forging your own path. Forging your own path is nothing without the wisdom of our elders, a connection to our shared history and humanity.

Ancient wisdom is ancient due to this connection, and it is wisdom because real lessons are learned by listening to the lives and stories of others. Why we would choose to forgo listening for the sake of pretending to be pioneers is beyond me.