Reconfiguring the song to circulate as a one page book (short story)
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Experiment one – writing a story based on the song lyrics and melody
+ developing the existing ideas and adding new information based on feelings, etc. The story unfolds in the same order as the song lyrics, emphasizing the points where the climax of the song is.
“I am sitting here, in the corner. The room is so small, I think I can hardly breathe and I am surrounded by four enormous white walls. The old ceiling, which I cannot clearly see, is old, greasy and smells so bad. I can notice a tiny hole from down here. The golden bright rays of the sun enter with so much power, creating shadows of weird patterns over my face and body. The patterns are different every time. They want to tell me something; to send me a message of hope, pure white luck.” Days are passing, they do not even take a glimpse of me. I am thinking of the past. These dark, scrunchy old days that I do not even want to talk about. But how can I forget? I remember myself wondering where faith is, what life means. I could not find them, they were hiding at night; in the grey and abandoned zones. The only way to feel them was mentally. My brain was shaking, I thought it would break into million pieces just in seconds. My body was so compressed, feeling like I was tightened with the branches of an old dark tree. I could see something. I could see myself, my life in their white background. It was like a blank canvas, ready to be filled with all my flaws. Through this, I could predict and read the future, which would be based upon my next moves and steps. I had to wake up and face the situation. I had to change how I see life immediately. And so it started. I had to revise my whole existence and find out what was missing. Bravery! I could not find it anywhere. If I were brave enough to say something, the solid dark blood inside me would not be boiling so hard. If it had a colour, it would be white like insanity and if it had a body, it would be a lie that disappears so easily in the void, like ghosts, trying to find their identities. My hands were trembling and dancing with my silence, like the way the clock pointers roll. For a moment, I thought that time was frozen. But it was not; the clock pointers were moving so fast. I was trying so hard, searching for so many years to find the words that would explain my silent life. Not only silent, but also empty. Apathy. I have finally managed to distinguish my silence into one word, giving it away to whoever explained it to me. It was the time that my future had to select which of my pasts would come back again to the surface. I was feeling that there is nothing really important. I was feeling that I am alone, in a cell, and in front of me a series of huge black metal bars. Or is it a gate, that will soon open? Everything around me was deserted. Everything was white. Wherever I was looking at; just white. I have to find the strength, to overcome all the obstacles. I keep reminiscing my luck and my white pure soul. Where are they? My attention now brings me back again to the past. My few coloured friends were right. My biggest problem was my exaggeration and my overstatement along with anything that reacted too slowly. I surely did not know which the cause was but if the cause had the guts to be brave enough and reveal itself, I would not feel that burn and fear through my veins. If fear had a colour, it would definitely be cool white. If it had a form, it would definitely look exactly like me. My voice is shaking; is becoming stronger and stronger. I will say something and you must hear me carefully. If they love you, they have to admit it. If they do not, you have to not hesitate and steal it. And if you want to feel and experience the real things burning down, you have to stand up so high as the height of the fire is. You have to stand upon the expectations of the real world and face things as they are. Can you hear me screaming? Here I am now. Stronger than never before. Many people will pass from the gate of your life. Most of them will feel sorry that you have not felt the reality. But the one who feels more sorry is you, because you know yourself more than anyone else. Can you hear me shrieking? No one can understand your philosophy and beliefs more than you. Hence, no one had realized that your silence was your voice for so many years. My choices are my choices! It is my decision to bet a few things and it is my decision to avoid opportunities in my life. I remember so many people telling me that I did not try things, but in reality, I did not even forget them yet. And I keep screaming! Some others ask me constantly the reason why I am always leaving with that tone of white in my stare. This is the stare of emptiness; a blank stare. My answer is always the same and it is so strong that helps me escape from them with a hope in my mind. A hope that will be like me. A hope for a better tomorrow.
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Experiment two – doodling
drawing with closed eyes, based on what you hear and feel
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Close your eyes and draw what you feel. Let go of the music and lyrics of the song. Doodles say more about our personalities than we may realise.
GIM – Guided Imagery and Music
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Guided Imagery and Music (GIM) is a psychodynamic and multimodal therapy that incorporates music listening in a deeply relaxed state to stimulate imagery, memories and feelings to help the client understand life issues from a holistic perspective.
http://www.musicandimagery.org.au/what-is-gim.html
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displaying the above story & drawing in an one-page book (A4 size)
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The main part of this one-page book is the story which is written having in mind the song’s music and lyrics. The song is something that we hear with our eyes. This new format gives the chance to the user to have something in his hands, which can read. The idea of this easy to be produced one-page book is that it can be given to other people; send a message of hope.
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