Original Silent Cacophony

Silent Cacophony was born a long, long time ago. It was originally a title of a book I tried to write when I was a teenager. So I knew when I started blogging that it just had to be the title of my blog as well. It just made so much sense. It also [Keep Reading]

Silent Cacophony was born a long, long time ago. I remember exactly how it started. I was fishing through the dictionary and came across this wonderful word “cacophony.” It meant a harsh or discordant sound. I didn’t even know how to [Keep Reading]

It’s funny how my original Silent Cacophony book that I wrote in a coil notebook got put away for years but would not die. It stayed with me, even when I thought it was completely lost. And when I thought of starting a blog I knew that it had to [Keep Reading]

A page burns in the fire at my campsite. There is no more proof of the error I made on that page. A trivial error it was, but an error nonetheless. As I watch the paper crumple and burn I wonder about ends. The ends of things. The ends of life. The [Keep Reading]

I get philosophical and introspective quite often. Perhaps too often, could it be that I think too much? No, negative side effects have never been proven, it could just be that getting introspective about being introspective could undermine all I [Keep Reading]

Two directly opposite and conflicting emotions can be felt at the same time. This fact has always blown my mind. Translation – I have never understood who that can happen. For instance, a friend of mine died at age 17, and while I mourned the [Keep Reading]

I am really enjoying going through this old coil notebook of my writings from the summer of 1995. It’s strange how this first version of Silent Cacophony is a lot like a blog. The titles of the posts this week are the actual titles above each [Keep Reading]

This is the second excerpt from my recently discovered lost work. This is the second page of the coil notebook and it shows a brainstorming session as I try to come up with a title for it. Well, here it is in its entirety. LITERATURE I smell a rat. [Keep Reading]

It seems that he has lost what was left of his sanity. Saneness is in the mind of the beholder. Little voice in one’s head may be dismissed as Cacophony. Phooey-phooey, you may say. Or you did say if you are reading aloud. Sunglasses worn over top [Keep Reading]

I was doing some major cleaning and decluttering on the weekend and I came across something that I thought was lost – the original Silent Cacophony book. I couldn’t believe I actually found it. I screamed out loud and jumped around at the [Keep Reading]