This is a blog, I suppose. In theory I don’t like blogging or bloggers, but I do want a place to catalog some thoughts and to publish various writings, so here we are. The name of this site comes from a lyric in Bob Dylan’s Under Your Spell.
“Well it’s four in the morning by the sound of the birds”
The hour of four in the morning seems to hold a special significance in our collective consciousness, as the poet Rives humorously observes in this TED talk. Whether as a “witching hour”, an appointed rendezvous, or a too-early time for waking – things happen at 4 AM. Personally, I find it emblematic of the creativity and thirst for adventure that tend to beset me only once I’ve laid down in an attempt to sleep. It’s approaching swiftly as I write this post, and I foresee it being the most common hour at which this site is to be updated. We shall see.
What is published here will have no singular focus, and I hope to cover all manner of topics interesting to me and possibly to others. Several things I hope to discuss, this list being both ambitious and unexhaustive:
- Reflections on: Music, Books, Movies
- Poetry
- Theology (Hell, Atonement, Pacifism, Worship)
- Politics, or Why Do People So Stubbornly Believe Dumb Shit
- The value of sport
- Lists (Favorite pieces of media)
- Depression
- Social Media
- Autobiography
- Church History
This list will be added to as other topics burn themselves in to my brain at four in the morning, but will serve presently as a reference primarily for myself.
I think this is sufficient as an introduction, and I shall leave this post as it stands. However, I think I ought to leave some piece of original thought along with this otherwise logistical post. I am including a poem written previously (likely at another 4 AM).
While I wander 'neath starry skies the lonesome they wander with me "Search ye the earth, sing free" I try to tell their aching hearts It's an alluring dance we dance that tear-specked halcyon waltz Till the needle's beautifully torn from the record
By The Sound of the Birds 