| Pašanalīze 12 |
[21 Nov 2005|07:06pm] |
The way my brain works always amazed me. By getting older it becomes more and more selective to information. It's getting very hard to learn. By learning I suppose not only remembering the information, but also processing and applying it afterwards. What I mean is, that even if I remember information, it is very hard for me to use it in my thinking. I can only write it down, so my brain is very much like a storage, when I learn.
For example, if I need to learn a song, I can memorize text, melody and guitar chords very easy, later I can write down these chords, text and melody, but it takes very much time for me to actually learn to sing it fluently. I always need to practice a lot. And I can't say, I am a dummy in a music. I started to attend music school since the age of five, and I am always together with the music ever since. When I learn a song or piece, people like it.
Anyway, these many years of musical experience play no role in gathering new information - new songs, melodies. However melody is a very easy thing to remember - probably because there's no need to think about it - melody is just what it is. Everything else however require a lot of consideration in order to be used in practice later.
And one more note on my ability to memorize information without making asociations with something else in my brain - it's very useful at school. Teacher asks a question, my brain uses keywords of a question and finds appropriate material for an answer by matching keywords. Maybe schooltype way of thinking made my mind such a mess. That makes quite a problem in the end. It is as hard to forget this useless bunch of information, as to learn something new. I think this is what people call - to grow up.
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| Vējš |
[21 Nov 2005|07:38pm] |
Dzejolis "Vējš". 13. Novembris 2005.
Ветер, ты мой ветер,
Властелин небес,
Помоги мне ветер
В этот день чудес.
Покажи мне ветер,
Где моя любимая.
Подскажи мне ветер
Мысли её дивные.
В сердце загляни ей,
Прогони печали,
Али в сердце радость,
Днями и ночами
Сей огонь горит пусть,
И раздуй, коль гаснет,
Не пусти ей в сердце грусть,
Не позволь ненастье.
Ветер, ты мой ветер,
Властелин небес,
Помоги мне ветер
В этот день чудес.
Принеси мне ветер
Взгляд её глубокий,
Прикоснись к ней ветер
Нежностью моей.
Не забудь вернутся,
Захвати с собою
Эхо её голоса,
Шёпот её губ.
Волосы погладь ей
Очень осторожно,
Так легко их растрепать,
Причесать так сложно.
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