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    Growing Through the Gate-Second E-Book Edition
    Growing Through the Gate-Second E-Book Edition
    Growing Through the Gate-Second E-Book Edition
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    Growing Through the Gate-Second E-Book Edition

    By Mark Trudeau

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    This is a collection of poems, lyrics. short stories and sketches by Mark Trudeau. The subject matter is a times very serious and then whimsical, political and then existential. Many of these pieces relate to Mark's work as guitarist, vocalist and song writer for Crawling Quiet.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherMark Trudeau
    Release dateFeb 3, 2014
    ISBN9781311339591
    Growing Through the Gate-Second E-Book Edition
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    Mark Trudeau

    Mark Trudeau is a 31 year old artist living in Hamilton, Ontario. He is primarily a musician and Growing Through the Gate is his first book. His main project is Crawling Quiet.

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      Growing Through the Gate-Second E-Book Edition - Mark Trudeau

      Introduction

      Where does art begin? I’d say it doesn’t. It’s around us waiting to be seen or heard or felt at all times. There is an art to almost anything that takes dedication. Especially in the things that seem most random or natural. There is a certain dedication in being lazy. Contradictions are wonderful. Many times an idea will come along with a purpose but completely isolated. It’s usually hard to tell what that purpose is, sometimes it takes years, but the idea will not let itself be forgotten. Like a rotten tooth constantly reminding you that you must do something about it. Then one day another idea hits and the connection between the two is seen. It can take multiple fragments sometimes for a work to come to fruition, every time is different. This keeps the process interesting and the works varied. The key is to be open and let the pieces fall where they may when the time comes. Any child can learn quickly that forcing the puzzle together will not give the desired result, patience is a must.

      This book is a collection. It is a whole only because it was put together, the individual pieces stand alone. Most of what follows are lyrics from songs, some recorded and released, others not. The poems and lyrics occasionally reference each other; I still keep trying to figure out what crawling quiet means. Sometimes lines or verses were pulled from one to create another. Ideas and concepts in this rattled mind expand over time and require reassessment. The images aren’t meant to represent or elaborate on anything. They are mostly thrown in because they were available and it seemed to make some sense and maybe because I get a chuckle out of some of them. That’s also an important part of this, considering how serious and kind of dreary some of these pieces are at times; it’s nice to have a bit of a break. The short stories help in this regard quite a bit as well.

      This isn’t meant to be beautiful. Or to impress. This isn’t meant to answer questions. In fact it’s better if it makes you ask questions and dig deeper. Most of all though, it’s meant to be interesting and enjoyable. If not…well too bad.

      Mark Trudeau, November 2013

      Rising Spiral

      Start in centre

      Growing larger

      Look across

      A past once harder

      Always more

      Outer further

      Sharp edge

      Feel the flutter

      Eyes down

      No movement forward

      Slipping back

      Among the horde and

      Fear the drop

      Ascending now

      Always up

      Learning how

      Unknown above

      Crisp clean sky

      Wish to see it

      Wish to fly

      Grove and a River

      Trent River icy flow

      Working so hard just to get through the day

      I’m on my way back to the smoke

      To where I’m just another face in the endless parade

      Fiction head, empty life

      Dreaming of a time when I’m with you

      Wishing alone for something more

      I don’t live this life alone

      Doing what I don’t care for

      Lost in Weston no one knows me

      The place I’m from I feel less at home

      Than in my head

      Snow covered hills and wind swept trees

      Frost bitten children falling down

      Frozen river chilling stones

      Ice covers all, my winter world

      Falling down trees and cold spring breeze

      Brown grass growing into green

      Sit with my thoughts and all that’s obscene

      Walking to clear my head

      Seeing only a vision of you

      Wishing to be with you

      Quiet all around

      Lonesome dying sound

      The grove is empty as am I

      The tree still stands

      A sign of what could be

      Return to the place I hate

      Where the road began

      And unravelled so many times

      The moon shines high

      Cool breeze cuts through the night

      Lonely night

      Lazily wasting away

      The sun brings life

      Warm glow heals the wounds

      Window of wisdom in morning dew

      Dawn light brings with it one chance

      One day to live

      When night falls the pieces will be in place

      Changes will be made today

      Morning

      My hair's a mess and my clothes are threads

      I need cigarettes and more time in bed

      Off to the impound again

      Smiling all the way, a little life was led

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