Looking within, then through
Towards where wisdom’s born,
Kindly guidance, compassion’s
Grace with an elegant soul now, Now
Echoing silence upon the weathered
Walls of this psyche’s hidden
Corridors. Footsteps which linger
Within that silence. And now I know
They’ll echo within my heart
Eternally.
Author: Carl Setzer
Saturday Sky
Towards the sky I gaze
Dreams lingering from childhood
Memories delight.
Kaki King: Some Social Media Thoughts From A Fan
I discovered Ms. King several years ago. Today, for no obvious reason, I was in the mood for her percussive style. While listening on Reverbnation (her account’s pretty neglected there, fyi) I found this embed code. So I, being me, needed to plug that in and see how it looks.
Just some thoughts, though, on her online presence (that is a key part of “what I do”, after all).
- Facebook seems to be her main touch-point with her fans. The page looks great and current.
- Twitter is pretty solid, much the same. No major points to bring up.
- Instagram is not too shabby. It’s not that powerful a media player yet, but solid enough to be a great touch-point with fans. A good blend of personal and work.
- Now, her website; that’s an area I would invest some time. Very sparse, and not much touch for fans. Other than a few tour dates, and links to Facebook, Twitter, Instagram and Soundcloud, it’s pretty vacant.
- And, lastly, the aforementioned Soundcloud. Shows album covers, and has links to iTunes and Google Play, and back to her main site. And that’s it. No music on the site at all. I think it would be wise to have something there, perhaps one song from each album. Some kind of sampler. Also, perhaps some more recent experiments. Just to keep engaged. The empty account, that is linked to by her main page, is pretty awkward.
Just some thoughts from someone who spends a lot of time working in this space, loves Kaki King’s music, and would really love to see her grow as a professional artist.
Packet Transfer
Drifting, tired,
Mind wandering aimlessly,
Pointlessly, disjointed thoughts colliding,
Packets of disconnected data
Glance off each other,
Ultimately unimpacted,
Though perhaps slowed.
Summer winding
Warmth rides upon it,
This strange lingering summer.
Moments of light remain.
Embracing the chill wind
Blending with lunar glow
Warming the heart
More than the skin.
Crushed Compassion
Huddled upon the floor
Sobbing and bleeding,
Raging flesh’s brutality
Crushes another. Yet
That is not enough. No.
We demand to know
Why this overwhelming force
Was courted, sought. Insanity.
Compassion, perhaps,
Died. Revive it I shall.
Fearfully we start
Any new change bringing dread
Which we must resist
Lost
Feeling lost I gaze
Into the dark nothingness
I am staring back.
Why am I awake?
Rising from my restless mind.
Autumn’s touch comes soon.