Saturday, 31 December 2011
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
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
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
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
Friday, 4 November 2011
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.
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
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
Thursday, 13 October 2011
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
Tuesday, 11 October 2011
Monday, 3 October 2011
Friday, 30 September 2011
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
Sunday, 18 September 2011
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
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
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
Monday, 23 May 2011
Sunday, 8 May 2011
Thursday, 5 May 2011
Sunday, 1 May 2011
yes, a graceful growing vine
used to harmonize
planets in our souls,
each star becomes a moment
measurement of shapes
beyond here and now
further to remain
black white infinite
endless spiral transistor
light, or time travel?
tune imperfect cents
J.S. Bach would have wanted
the harmony of the spheres () <| () () ()
is why i am in our ear () () () () () () ()
Thursday, 14 April 2011
Friday, 8 April 2011
Thursday, 31 March 2011
Wednesday, 16 March 2011
Tuesday, 22 February 2011
Thursday, 10 February 2011
Thursday, 3 February 2011
Monday, 31 January 2011
Thursday, 13 January 2011
Wednesday, 5 January 2011
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.