Welcome to The Compass!


Founded in July 2010 by four friends in different parts of the United States with the idea to help bring about a more perfect union of art, experience, creativity, learning, and overall better living, The Compass has returned after nearly four years of dormancy. We - Tim Goodier, Anthony Martino, Paul Riley and Luke See - are excited to relaunch The Compass as Pinpoints' official center for artistic expression.

For those familiar with the first incarnation of The Compass, this new version will be different. We will not have a rotating schedule for the four founders to share their creativity. Instead, we will be posting when we have something worthy to share. But, more importantly, we want to provide a space for all Pinpoints community members to share their creativity here. Perhaps you have a poem ready for others' eyes; perhaps a series of photos await a gallery to host them. The Compass is your space - our space - to publish your work. Simply send it to WeTheCompass@pinpoints.community and we'll work with you to post it.

Janus

February 16, 2017
Submitted by: Paul Riley

Two years ago, one of my new year's resolutions was to write a new song every month. I didn't meet that goal, but I'm proud of the six songs I did write and record. As I went through the year, I found the songs telling a story. It's fitting then that this set of songs - and the first post on The Compass - begins with "Janus."

Janus is the Roman god of beginnings, endings and transitions, and inspired this song about crossing the threshold from one year to another. How terrifying it can be to enter something new, to find yourself facing uncertainty.

There's no way to clearly and cleanly split what is now from what was then. It all flows. What appears to begin as something new has antecedents - nothing exists without coming from something else. So as we enter 2017, afraid or celebratory or somewhere in between, we should remember that today came from yesterday and tomorrow will come from today. Your actions affect the flow.

Janus
Words and Music by Paul Riley

Everything starts, everything ends.
Everything flows, everything blends.
What d’ya say we demarcate,
split the world in half, split future from past?
But hands that tell time aren’t longitude lines.
Midnight won’t change a thing in my mind.

The new world is here, or so they all claim.
The countdown complete, but so much remains.

Confetti falls, cute couples kiss.
Who’s gonna clean the inevitable mess?
A bottle of beer just disappears.
A half empty cup down the throat of a fool.
You can’t cut me off - I’m not ready to leave.
Making time stop, the last trick up my sleeve.

The new world is here, or so they all claim.
The countdown complete, but so much remains.

Throw a pebble into the water,
but the water’s frozen so the pebble bounces up.

The new baby cries at old man’s wheeze.
Discovery brings the rush of disease.
If you want this year too, I’ll give it to you.
Walk back through the door and all this is yours.
But taxis arrived - head out to the night.
Find your way home with only starlight.

The new world is here, or so they all claim.
The countdown complete, but so much remains.