Saturday, 31 December 2011


To remember the final song of the year,
Music means the world and more,
the threshold where the stone entity is perched
Waiting, watching for what is next,
Machine voice citing the Greek,
Water dripping from the roof
the beat reflected in gravity's natural force
The days to come of which I speak
Holding a still flame in the dark
Clearing the mind for further invention,
Preparation for St. Petersglocke
the science fiction era is not fiction at all,
to you, whom observes as reality unfolds.

Friday, 23 December 2011


when I heard a bassline from afar,
i had an idea to make it anew,
finished Tobinskanner yesterday,
now working still on the fluctuating tones of meantful...
while we find messages everywhere
while we all carry our burdens and joys
as Kraftwerk attuned to me while time travelling,
"even the brightest stars
discover themselves in the looking glass"
while the tones persist
and everything consistently changes
except for what is written and looped
there is always room for more
while i want to explode
and i am not troubled
but "i love to laugh long and loud and clear"
as the best scene i remember from Mary Poppins,
i love to love and am displaced and transient
invisible thoughts i care for that are not real
as instructed by Thich Nhat Hahn
“Sometimes your joy is the source of your smile, but sometimes your smile can be the source of your joy.”
dreams that are not real..
only while we are awake
so to you who i don't know
who i saw the Döppelganger‏ of in my dream,
i love you and i'll see you
on the other side of the sky

Mortal as I am, I know that I am born for a day. But when I follow at my pleasure the serried multitude of the stars in their circular course, my feet no longer touch the earth.
- Ptolemy, c. 150 AD

Sunday, 11 December 2011

vertices matrices

now i can continue along with my cree-ay-tea-scape, cupcake color, object of rhythmic adrift and desire
w_A_T_E_R_ F_I_R_E W_A_T_E_R F_I_R_E_
stream of, good night vertigo, noise in eyes, in a water body, black and yellow striped butterfly wings, inverted faces,
squares inside of square movements slowly fade, squares of leaves and dissonant chords...

Friday, 9 December 2011

My first whole fig...

It is very consoling to sit by and watch the water
the infinite reflection of the sun in the waves and the patterns
It makes; the silent water is peaceful, and when the wind began
there was a rocking motion, a wave dance.
It was so real, surreal and beautiful, the birds perched on the pier posts
when they flew down close to the water, what a sight!
And the presence is there still, I can feel,
as the brightest star descends on the city horizon.
I am the observer, and it was, and is always there,
the shrieking gulls and the friendly wind.
The water that is never still, but in infinite motion in my mind.

Tuesday, 29 November 2011

I am perturbed by hyper chaos
on top of my prismacolor alien mine

only trying to make more peace than disturbance
more awareness in one tone than nine

we are as passing ships in the night
now our boats are one in the same

I'll see you back on my planet of blue
the overnight flight of the wavy white...

Sunday, 13 November 2011


there, there, dear
there, my dear
Jynweythek Ylow
my dear...

Friday, 4 November 2011

3 days later...

two, i guess...

I saw televised protests from the OCCUPY movement in Oakland, California.
as we left the televised house,
I thought it
A reminder of the England riots
that took place from August 6 - 10.

it's serious:
where Stockhausen came from,
A binary star system
consisting of two white stars
orbiting each other
with a separation
of about 20 astronomical units,
which is 3.0 × 109 km,
or 1.9 × 109 mi
in scientific notation.

somehow these perceptions have come to be
by the complex surrounding world
and all that [is] beyond
my own imagination.

Wednesday, 2 November 2011

M U S I C a n d P O E T R Y

Saud from Dubai says hi to me on a beautiful windy day
as Jael plays tunes loud on campus,
OCCUPY banner hanging nearby, protest in the air..
good day today but twitter won't let me tweet it.
I like to see people sitting on the grass...
I am sort of on my way to bibliography class..
I remember a lot, teaching LG his math,
music lets you meditate and see introspectively Jael tells me,
and I agree. As the protest became a part of me.
I adopted his place, and the beat goes on,
the big blue that foresees the overnight flights to come
of the wavy white and the Northern star.

Thursday, 20 October 2011



the wheel turns, in the past, we are here, we are there
i vow to always be here in the now, where i am.

Thursday, 13 October 2011

Inspiration Infinite

The first piece of electronic music made for record by Morton Subotnick.

The Song of Wandering Aengus

I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.

When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire aflame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And some one called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.

Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.

William Butler Yeats

Monday, 3 October 2011

Et in Arcadia ego

the agency of the cognitive

Iamblichus, Porphyry, Plotinus - the later Pythagoreans

Creativity is, for us, at present, the most powerful tool we have to use in striving to harmonize being among our contradictories.
-Benjamin Boretz, Interface V

Friday, 30 September 2011

Writing upside down, writing invisible.
Correlations in my head to be imagination.
Never stop the balance of silence, movement energy and stillness.
Somehow we have came to be in this invisible time,
where it seems like a fleeting forever.
At a loss accompanied by the misery of Nosferatu,
though I finally got my new shoes.
I have the desire to feel the activation of my senses.
I feel that coincidences make the most sense.
One day in the end, will we be without our senses.
We will be infinite and radiant as the flickering light into which we stare.
Why do I feel a hostage as my instrument in this life form?
An organic machine simply to channel color, light and sound.
Why have I never been as sonic as a thunder storm?
The immutable boundless light is forever.
The senses can be fooled.
We all identify with that card, indefinitely,
Considering the rules...
My best friend is my imagination.
I love when it runs away with me.

Friday, 23 September 2011

The Break of Day (L'Aurore), by Paul Delvaux July 1937. Oil on canvas, 60.3 x 48.2 inches (120 x 150.5 cm). The Solomon R. Guggenheim Foundation, Peggy Guggenheim Collection, Venice 76.2553.103. © 2009 Artists Rights Society (ARS), New York/SABAM, Brussels

Never seen so many records in my life. Reignite where I once was. Tree human to be.

Monday, 19 September 2011

Music is a spiritual practice...

as well as the occurrence of physics.

Sunday, 18 September 2011

word for the day

vogel is the German word for bird

opposite of tone row echoes

reflecting waves of whispers

here and gone forever

my stars rain jellybeans

your eyes are E-metric

geometric tears of light

how do you say...

Stimme is voice

and in this case the face

and song is song

shining bright in the late day

Saturday, 13 August 2011

Create, hallucinate, committed to crossing over
intersections of energy and unexpected exertion
of movement, wind spirits fluttering the leaves,
gentle on my skin, as my breath, as we are taken out of the known
the world, here and gone sitting still and unseen
Sense in what is lost, no sense in what is forced,
besides the natural force of gravity.
we are doing what we can to express our love and not feed angst
pushing colors and sounds
passing through the realms
a diversified singularity found within each
reflexive interpretation, i trust the roads in my hands
filling existence with wonderment,
forgetting what happens and remembering my dreams,
the fluent streams of melodies
that enrich my consciousness, sharing what i hear and see
tapping into out there where i dance all day and night
in a dress made of leaves. I live where reality is not defined.
Seasons and light are what compose time.
One day will not be a day but will infinitely be our spirit.

Thursday, 7 July 2011

Anywhere Out of The World

the garden, here, there, in, out,
5 days of rain clouds and caves
bash my head with yours again, my virtuous musician
oh, how i love you, here and gone
and i always will, as it always becomes
unrequited and eyes can still live
where the true dimensions hold us dear
in the arms where we all will feel protected
you are not alone, enjoy what is not enjoyed
because of love, the ultimate equation
where the answers and reasons become clear
in the sands of time, the unknown out there
in the imperfect sun reflected in each melody
that carries to the next day

Friday, 3 June 2011


the voice resounds, over and over and over again
pen and page resemble reality
what is true? what is now?
what is the final moment.
fleeting, diversifying and everywhere and nowhere
all at once
observing circulation and activity
i can disappear into music whenever i want.
what if i am not i?
and you are not you?
we are all figments of our own imaginations.
why can't we be present in our dreams?
the answer is yes. now.
grasping to the senseless as all that is logical.
thank you for visiting me, however briefly.
will it ever be long enough?
it seems like forever.
as the leaf falls and does a twirling dance on the gentle winds.

Wednesday, 1 June 2011

[] () polyphony here
= = () = after never, a forest
() <| () watch progressions change

() [] () the dandelion name change
= () <| ()  navel of enchanted speech

[] () cacophonous mind
= () () = () silent as the hungry dawn
() () () () () where you think of me

() () = () = where you've never been mountain
[] = () telepathic cabin sounds

= () () () listen to the wind
() () () = = your heart beats into sunset
<| = echoing begins

() () () () () () () if i drop from time I'll know
<| () = () insistent you over trees

<| () () autopsy of mind
[] <| illogistic surroundings
= <| beware theater

<| () <|     reception field selected
= () () () () () exiled in a cup of tea

() [] where vibratory
= = () = diverse direct cut madness
() = =             you upon somewhere

() = () = () smoke silence different from
= [] () drowning necessary light

= = () factor fragment sect
[] () () () comprehending a past now
<| = analyze prefix

[] () = geomancy is buried
() () () = () = in a black ocean of musics

() () () = blank slate mind color
() () () () () () () this is for both you and i
() <| () in nondual space

() () = () () () the eye avoids the eyes, leaves
= () () = () secret checks for falling works

<| () () tangible as stars
= () <| () fleeting as tomorrow's sun
() () () = chords ring in silence

() () () [] you love her, autodidact
<| () () = unfaithful to you, herself

= () = spaces are between
() () <| shape watch impossible
= () = perfect as nightshade

() () = = () not worth asking, movies peeled
() () () = () ()    from the walls, spirits peeled too

() = = a singing motion
() = [] a grateful undulation
= <| seeing forever

() = () () () () head burning up on, what was
() () () = =     it, the trace, collage, decay

= () = refreshed by smiling
= <| = under spiraling water
[] () infinity cries

() () () () <| looked in your eyes, digitized
() () () = () () you paid for machines of grace

() [] a soliloquy
<| <| () recording triangle waves
() () <| on a manuscript

() = = () () your singing dissolves in the
() = = = streets today, without echo

() () <| now is afterwards
() () () [] we are the antitheses
[] () terminating ends

<| () <|
() () () () () () ()

renku by Eden Grey & Alan Ramón Clinton

Friday, 27 May 2011

Shape renku for Presence

we still see green blue outside () () () () () =

though not during nighttime () () = () =

Haiku for Picasso's Guernica

Picasso's subjects

turbulent commentary

of war and gender

Monday, 23 May 2011

i fell out of the lychee tree

today is the day
that i fell out of the lychee tree
i am so grateful for its fruit
and so grateful for this life
another gift of pain to remind me
of the body that temporarily houses my spirit
i will not carry this pain as a burden
i will not question why this happened
but i will be careful as i climb the tree next time
to not linger too long on a weak branch that cannot support my weight
i landed on the grass
and i jumped to my feet
i went from twenty feet on the air
to the ground in a second
and i could not believe it was real
and so i save this experience as a valuable lesson
so i can remember i am not invincible

Sunday, 8 May 2011

onseas Echely

this is the season
so don't forget your bag
when you climb into the tree
the fruit must have a place

Onseas Echyle
anagram name of the day
i don't want to forget
as i have remembered many a thing i had forgotten

Thursday, 5 May 2011


today is the day i discovered Ravel's Bolero
what a beautiful day

hello out there i miss you

Sunday, 1 May 2011

haikus for empty room and fugue

the song is a tool;

yes, a graceful growing vine

used to harmonize

planets in our souls,

each star becomes a moment

measurement of shapes

beyond here and now

wetware encapsulating

further to remain

black white infinite

endless spiral transistor

light, or time travel?

tune imperfect cents

J.S. Bach would have wanted

a synthesizer

the harmony of the spheres () <| () () ()

is why i am in our ear () () () () () () ()

Thursday, 14 April 2011

in the drone

Time and Reality from DRODVAN on Vimeo.

[A work of art must not be beauty in itself, for beauty is dead; nor should it be gay or sad, light or dark, to delight or mistreat the individual by serving him the pastries of saintly haloes.] - Tristan Tzara

Friday, 8 April 2011

it's oh so loud

24,000 watts straight to the brain, in my right place
and why? when there's not a cloud in the clear night sky

Saturday, 2 April 2011

Wednesday, 16 March 2011

a record for my sentiments

for the tsunami sacrifice
mother's victims
Asclepius will stay with us
through moments of silence
hearing too much

Wednesday, 9 March 2011

Tuesday, 22 February 2011


reality is not real.
welcome to my timescheme of spacetime.
timeframe overview.
transcending time.
time is numbers.
time is mathematical.
plenty of times.
i have grasped eternity in a single moment.
some times are displaced.
some times can be forgotten.
some times are memorable.
time can take the form of shapes.
time is expressed through subtle movements, motions.
time is balanced. An equilibrium. Time is a fragment of our reality. Increments of time are objective. Composites of time are subjective. Pockets of time are lost. When items disappear. Time can be compared to volume, to silence. Endless amounts of ratios, fractions. Time speaks, hear the time sing. Remember that time? Floods the mind. Time is a measurement. Time is indefinite. Reality and time are directly linked concepts, that can be conceived as separate. Time is present, at once, absent. Time is future, time is past, time is contradictory because it never ends. What is the origin of time? Times of peace, times of unrest. Time is the reason, time is the way. Time is how we determine what is real. the time... all the time. Any time. How many times?
Comprehend the fact that we travel through time. Condense hours to minutes. Compare days to years. Convert decades to centuries. Has it been that long? Time is paced, it is not fast or slow. Time is existence, it's been awhile... Time is space, it is ubiquitous.
If it weren't for time, there would be no change, and so I am grateful to time.

in 11 years from today, i will be turning 37... on 2/22/22
today, i am 26! happy bday to me..

Thursday, 10 February 2011

Makrokosmos I

graphic notation by George Crumb

while computer conversations ring through my brain

i am vacant

who am I?

Question and answer

in the Mikrokosmos (Béla Bartók)

Thursday, 3 February 2011


this word appeared in my subconscious last week... and it seemed to stay there.

i would love to see a disklavier play Klavierstück X by Stockhausen.

Monday, 31 January 2011


my sculpture for Art Basel 2010, at the Fuel Gallery, inspired and directed by my dear friend, John Graph

7' mixed media
i named him

Thursday, 13 January 2011

I love watching your rhythmic nature
flow right out of you
religion of vision
precision of perfection
diatonic magnitude
savor sound
I will exist
and i will love endlessly
the harmonics
savor me, surrender sound.

Wednesday, 5 January 2011

Playing the Radias

I played on the first floor of the artists' studios on South Beach on December 2, 2010. Carl took the video early in the evening. It was an excellent time. This is my setup right now.. the Korg Radias, which i control through my EMU Xboard-25, with the KP2 FX hooked up to the mic, running Cubase on Carl's PC with beats, songs and sounds that I produced in Ableton. The sounds that come out of that Radias, I am amazed by.