Author @ Blaise Kielar

Blaise Kielar received Honorable Mention in the 2022 Alex Albright Creative Nonfiction Prize for an excerpt from his memoir in progress, "Be Heard: The Quiet Kid Who Started the World’s Loudest Violin Shop." He opened Chapel Hill’s first violin shop in 1978 and retired from a music retail career by transitioning Electric Violin Shop into the first worker-owned co-op music store in the United States. He plays jazz violin and clarinet in several bands and leads the Bulltown Strutters, Durham’s community New Orleans brass band.

My first protest

I have never felt attracted to political protest. There is some feeling of tilting at windmills – lots of activity for little tangible result.  What I came to understand after the Moral Monday protest at the NC Legislature is that, just by showing up, you are sending a message of solidarity with the millions of […]

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Father’s Day, Now

My 90 year old Dad called this morning, to express his wonderment at getting my FedEx envelope with his card, including copies of my blog post about him as an air traffic controller, and a bunch of jewelry bits that he will enjoy making into bolos. Yes, I had forgotten to send him a card(!), […]

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Home is Where Your Heart Opens

Home is not just a physical place – where you hang your hat or cook a meal. Not just where years of love and relationships have built a place that glows with warmth. A recent experience in an airport showed me that even on a plane full of strangers, I can feel fully at home. […]

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When Now and Play Disappear

A variety of teachers recommend you write or draw every day – Robert Bly, Seth Godin, Betty Edwards. After my recent struggles, which felt like the death of my retail business, I realize how a discipline of just saying what’s on top can help prevent such an extended diversion from my intended path. When Amazon […]

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Poem made in public

Restaurant Cute baby in a high chair poised like a CEO at the head of the table all eyes upon her, or is it a boy? Dark blue sleeves rolled up over a white shirt. Then I notice the receding hairline and wonder – How old is this soul, grabbing for the pint glass?

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Maryann

It was August 1992, and my mother was nearing the end of her battle with lung cancer. This was the day my Dad and I got a prescription filled for morphine. There was a hospital bed in the room where she used to sit for hours in her recliner. We took turns sleeping on the […]

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How big is Now?

I sometimes think of the Now as a Universal – a large all-encompassing entity. That may be so, but it also operates on a personal and local level. Just pay attention. A friend was on a website she rarely visits just to check on a kayak trip a friend was leading, and upon poking around […]

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Exquisite Silence

Exquisite Silence Mountain ridge panoramic view sky draining of blue and white and flowing towards the brilliant orange fire of sunset. Distant lines of hills and peaks transform from smoky gray to an inky purple, in sharp relief to the pale parchment of the sky. The colors write their slow moving story on my eyes, […]

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You can go home again!

Almost 19 years ago, I deepened my experience of freely improvised music with Paul Winter in a Living Music Village held at Omega. This past weekend he offered a shorter and similar workshop in Virginia. Again he kindled something profound in me, and an appreciation for how important it is to help others rediscover their […]

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