Poems and stuff by Maté Jarai…
Poems and stuff by Maté Jarai…


Instrumentals / Team Wendle (2018)

It starts softly but no less resonant than the noise, the rush that surrounds the storm of last night, and the rain that fell and cooled the concrete, bringing back long summer afternoons, ball in my hands, brother at my side, other brothers, dreams alive, and then the rhythm began, the rhythm of each day, each hour, divided numerically into periods within larger periods and soon we were grown up and the beat continued to crush our bones, lash us towards the ground, but the screeching got louder, the screeching and squealing, like eagles, reverbing in the space between each step, each calculated day and hour, the hours we tried so hard not to count, but unavoidable, it’s this emptiness, ceaseless unless you look inward, that low cry, that distorted resonance, it’s the same just louder, angrier, because no, it isn’t fair, so listen to it, focus on the melody, let it take you away to space and to veiled depths and to better times as the beat fades, the rhythm fades, and you are free, stuffing it with a sound that is your atmosphere, harnessed curiosity and wielded effervescence, connotation and truth and the

idea that we don’t have to count, we don’t have to write lists and be lists and live our lives like a list, we can burn the sheets of paper, burn the words and the numbers with mocking laughter, and in our depths we keep dreaming, endlessly, dreaming until there is no more drum, no more pulse of this anaemic struggle, just the shudder you get when you hear the screams of who you were before the world said, this is what you are, this is right, when the rain was something to charge with, smiles on faces, when everything was still everything, not out of reach, just far away, so high up above, looking like ice bergs floating in nebulae, waiting to turn gold like thick, mystic waters, sparkle like you were told, be anything, do anything, let the guitars sing alone now, let the rhythm fade, you don’t need a metronome, now sing with them until your voice is gone, and then silence, silence means you made it, silence means you remember, it means you will never forget, at the end there is always silence, only we aren’t there yet.

Before the beginning at through to the end