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