{"id":336,"date":"2025-08-11T10:03:36","date_gmt":"2025-08-11T10:03:36","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/migration.beingalive.earth\/?page_id=336"},"modified":"2025-09-08T17:47:44","modified_gmt":"2025-09-08T17:47:44","slug":"imprint-otisk","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/beingalive.earth\/?page_id=336","title":{"rendered":"Imprint \/ Otisk"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<figure class=\"wp-block-audio\"><audio controls src=\"https:\/\/beingalive.earth\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/08\/Jonas-Dolecek-Otisk-mix.mp3\"><\/audio><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<h5 class=\"wp-block-heading\"><strong>Jon\u00e1\u0161 Dole\u010dek<\/strong> &#8211; lyrics, music, voice, instruments<\/h5>\n\n\n\n<h6 class=\"wp-block-heading\">Ben Fafl\u00edk &#8211; drums&nbsp;<\/h6>\n\n\n\n<h6 class=\"wp-block-heading\">Jaroslav Fron\u011bk &#8211; recording and mixing&nbsp;<\/h6>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:100px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<h3 class=\"wp-block-heading\">The Imprint<\/h3>\n\n\n\n<p>In the cold morning<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>My sight wakes up to darkness<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Searching for the last night<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Without knowing more than a feeling<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The marks on the skin<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Will vanish before the chill comes<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>And a veil from the mundane swirling&#8217;s shadow<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Will suppress my hunger<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Your palm slaps my face<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Getting me thrown off the steed<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I cannot climb back<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>A single call might transform<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Martyrdom into blossom<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Silence the cicadas<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>And the humming of an ill-wishing talk<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I&#8217;ve lost all insight<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Cannot see a thing under<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Only the surface<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I&#8217;m lacking an impression<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Of a far-reaching sight<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>At the end of which lies more than the cold<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I just want to see some warmth from far away&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>That feels close only when the blood flows<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Directly under the surface<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I&#8217;m being burned by a sensation&#8217;s return from ashes <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Into an endless night with no moon<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Inside a windowless room<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>And a stimulus &#8211; just a single picture<\/p>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:100px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<h2 class=\"wp-block-heading\">about the composition<\/h2>\n\n\n\n<p>The theme mostly draws from the topics of human &#8211; nature, but also human &#8211; human relationships and generally offers more of a negative\/desperate sort of view. We have discussed many unfortunate events when human actions had a detrimental effect on their surroundings, yet we still happily spray over pesticides not knowing about possible long term effects. We read Dave Goulson&#8217;s story in which a great effort led to the banning of a single harmful substance while the others were left legally unattended. We have seen native people of Brazilian rainforests being attacked due to gold mining. Sometimes it seems that the scale of such events and the inability to opt-out can lead to truly bizarre situations, hence the &#8220;endless dream&#8221; hinted at in the very last verses.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I would like to emphasize that the negativity is not the only thing I took away from this course. Quite the contrary. I had learned about some amazing ideas I had not had the opportunity to study before &#8211; such as the Gaia theory and the symbiosis evolution theory. Each session, I think, ended on a hopeful note. The topic I chose for my final submission is not the single or probably the most important summary of my experience of this course. It&#8217;s just what inspired me to write music about. While the lyrics convey mostly the feeling of Weltschmerz, I wouldn&#8217;t say that the combination with music is utterly desperate.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I am not one to analyze my compositions, but if I had to say&#8230; I think the hope is best represented by the bassline and the guitar intro\/outro part. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Jon\u00e1\u0161 Dole\u010dek &#8211; lyrics, music, voice, instruments Ben Fafl\u00edk &#8211; drums&nbsp; Jaroslav Fron\u011bk &#8211; recording and mixing&nbsp; The Imprint In the cold morning My sight wakes up to darkness Searching for the last night Without knowing more than a feeling The marks on the skin Will vanish before the chill comes And a veil from [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-336","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/beingalive.earth\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/336","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/beingalive.earth\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/beingalive.earth\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/beingalive.earth\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/beingalive.earth\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=336"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/beingalive.earth\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/336\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":597,"href":"https:\/\/beingalive.earth\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/336\/revisions\/597"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/beingalive.earth\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=336"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}