eden grey

Q.E.D.

2012-01-13T19:17:00.000-08:00

1760, abbrev. of L. quod erat demonstrandum "which was to be demonstrated."

Sonic Reflection

2012-01-13T17:25:00.000-08:00

The following is from:
SHAPING SOUND: AN AESTHETIC AND ACOUSTICAL EXPLORATION OF CERAMIC BELLS
by Cameron Petke

Bells had great political and religious significance in China due to their role in ancient ritual music. It was believed that the music determined, not just reflected, the state of harmony between heaven, earth, and the government of the empire. The Yue Ji, a record of music from the third century B.C.E., builds upon the idea that a ruler can employ music to induce social harmony. The Yue Ji defines music as follows:

All musical tones are born in the hearts-and-minds of humans. The sentiments stir within and thereupon take shape as sounds, and when the sounds assume a pattern, they are called musical tones…The musical tones of a well-ordered age are calm and full of joy about the harmony of its government. But the musical tones of an age in disorder are resentful and full of anger about the perversity of its government. The musical tones of a state that is doomed to perish are mournful and full of anxiety about the dire straits of its people. Truly, the Way of the sounds and musical tones is intimately linked to government.

Bells are a favorite literary element, playing important roles in the Russian masterworks Crime and Punishment and War and Peace, as well as in Thomas Moore’s Paradise and the Peri where bells signal a long-awaited entry into Paradise:

And she already hears the trees
Of Eden with their crystal bells
Ringing in that ambrosial breeze
That from the Throne of Alla swells.

Sukha duḥkha

2012-01-04T21:26:00.000-08:00

This is my new friend Sukha. His birthday is January 3, 2012. I named him Sukha because he is smiling. He eases the duḥkha and makes me smile. Ptolemaic finished on Wednesday. We were partying to it yesterday for a moment we were explosive.

Bambou by Phausis

I found this tune to be quite enjoyable. Found it last night, by a miracle. It reminds me a lot of Autechre.

THRESHOLD

2011-12-31T09:13:00.000-08:00

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.

meantful..

2011-12-23T11:13:00.000-08:00

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

vertices matrices

2011-12-11T12:30:00.001-08:00

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...

My first whole fig...

2011-12-09T16:04:00.001-08:00

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.

2011-11-29T17:35:00.000-08:00

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...

#7

2011-11-13T15:26:00.000-08:00

z37
#&
#7
#7
#7
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz#7
there, there, dear
there, my dear
Jynweythek Ylow
my dear...

3 days later...

2011-11-04T18:39:00.000-07:00

two, i guess...

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

it's serious:
SIRIUS is:
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.

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

2011-11-02T13:45:00.000-07:00

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.

संसार

2011-10-20T20:48:00.001-07:00

samsara

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

Inspiration Infinite

2011-10-13T09:15:00.000-07:00

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

虚無僧

2011-10-11T19:53:00.000-07:00

Et in Arcadia ego

2011-10-03T14:57:00.000-07:00

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

2011-09-30T10:32:00.000-07:00

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.

2011-09-23T10:44:00.000-07:00

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.

2011-09-19T13:15:00.000-07:00

Music is a spiritual practice...

as well as the occurrence of physics.

word for the day

2011-09-18T14:05:00.000-07:00

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

2011-08-13T10:00:00.001-07:00

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.

Sinesing in the mix...

2011-08-09T08:44:00.000-07:00

ConFUNKtion 3.0.5. was a serious allegory of an event, that of which I am glad to have been a part of, where i met my wonderful new friend Juliet.

Anywhere Out of The World

2011-07-07T15:48:00.000-07:00

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

Döppelganger Predecessor

2011-06-22T08:55:00.000-07:00

zones

2011-06-03T15:51:00.000-07:00

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.

2011-06-01T16:58:00.000-07:00

[] () 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

Shape renku for Presence

2011-05-27T20:10:00.001-07:00

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

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

Haiku for Picasso's Guernica

2011-05-27T20:05:00.001-07:00

Picasso's subjects

turbulent commentary

of war and gender

i fell out of the lychee tree

2011-05-23T13:45:00.001-07:00

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

onseas Echely

2011-05-08T01:38:00.000-07:00

this is the season

so don't forget your bag

when you climb into the tree

the fruit must have a place

branches

Onseas Echyle

anagram name of the day

i don't want to forget

as i have remembered many a thing i had forgotten

today

Bolero

2011-05-05T19:42:00.000-07:00

today is the day i discovered Ravel's Bolero

what a beautiful day

hello out there i miss you

haikus for empty room and fugue

2011-05-01T08:40:00.000-07:00

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 () () () () () () ()

2011-04-23T23:43:00.000-07:00

in memoriam

2011-04-23T23:39:00.000-07:00

in the drone

2011-04-14T14:05:00.000-07:00

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

it's oh so loud

2011-04-08T19:11:00.001-07:00

24,000 watts straight to the brain, in my right place

and why? when there's not a cloud in the clear night sky

2011-04-02T10:13:00.000-07:00

i love

2011-03-31T06:46:00.001-07:00

Alva Noto - unitxt/univrs (Derivative Version) from Greg Hermanovic on Vimeo.

2011-03-31T03:47:00.001-07:00

a record for my sentiments

2011-03-16T12:00:00.000-07:00

for the tsunami sacrifice

mother's victims

Asclepius will stay with us

through moments of silence

hearing too much

in the alpha and omega

2011-03-09T15:34:00.000-08:00

time/space/reality

2011-02-22T08:48:00.000-08:00

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.

occurences.

subtleties.

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.

...at 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..

Makrokosmos I

2011-02-10T22:13:00.000-08:00

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)

disklavier

2011-02-03T10:14:00.001-08:00

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.

AVARTEO

2011-01-31T22:11:00.000-08:00

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
AVARTEO

2011-01-13T18:07:00.000-08:00

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.

Playing the Radias

2011-01-05T19:47:00.000-08:00

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.

SOTO-METIC

2010-12-27T22:22:00.001-08:00

Last event of the year on December 30! Soto is very excited... Beautifully designed flyer by my friend Franky...

And today is Pop's birthday! 54 and many more!!

lyrics to "Changes" by Glass Harp:

Wandering through the fields of life
Doubting and endless strife
In the heart of my own true love
Oh the changes they seek aren't for me

Listening to the sounds of hate
Asking if it's not too late
In the heart of my own true love
Oh the changes they seek aren't for me

Following the one who leads
Hearing the children plea
In the heart of my own true love
Oh the changes they seek aren't for me

HAPPY BDAY POP!!!!!!!

I am so happy to have inherited your musical gene!

This is my last entry of the year, because I realized I have had 51 the two years prior, not on purpose! So now, I am following my own annual pattern...
celebrating 51 blog entries, 3 years in a row! That's a lot of poetry, L.O.V.E. and what have you! Welcome 2011! Welcome spaceships!

Another Exquisite Corpse

2010-12-15T09:53:00.000-08:00

Ending twilight Omega rising
Dusk from beyond
Your handwriting beckons retrospect re-connect
dissecting my voice with broken chords
Cadences Stile brisee Chaotic order ringing monophony
Transport telepathic phone call in fugato style
Mezzoforte sotto voce Believe what I say there are
no coincidences Only fate can check mate
Feel the pulp in every gulp
Of newspaper, today's headline reads...
Underwater, the planet breathes
Exhaling innocence divine haloes of the sacred mind
A circle within a circle a frame to find
An eye a face a trace a smile a style to define
A line figuratively alive
And round the ground bass magic of sound
variations abound movements, the twelfth fold
division of the octave sounds
referencing your mind tangled twine
spaghetti bliss first last kiss Forever is infinite
lest we forget... Alpha every Pythagorean comma
Moments bi-furcate, years conquer fears as the
Neopolitan ice cream icicles trickling tetrachords
Only us. Vibration and the subconscious of mother, collective
Earth, Inhabitants abide
She gives birth to a sigh absorbing the noosphere,
the universal mind's ear, everywhere alpha, the omega
is near, i hold you most dear within time's imperfect
sphere, this is why we are H E R E A C E G B D
the thirds are seeds Evolving Simean beings
Listening actively to the ringing in their ears!
Intrinsic music of the spheres Muses
three-fold may be SONG, PRACTICE, MEMORY.

by Carl and I

Tree Branches

2010-12-09T14:04:00.001-08:00

my new album

recollection of some days

2010-12-09T14:01:00.001-08:00

watery nature
everything from the same source
monogenesis
symbol equal to word

eye am not here and eye am not self.

sparkles on the water
vivid in the wind
Breathe our planet's breath

good day for a rainbow
slow beat heart motion
planet mathematics
microscopic pupil, center focus, background language
Harpsichord fingers in the digital realm
Welcome to our quality time, never ending bell
Eyes want to tell about the wind chimes__
observing wings in movement, adrift
Rhythm up with tidal wave, a spiral staircase to the
unseen; Ensō prism research, geometric tears
Nonordinary reality (to become a man of knowledge)

Poet language monteur
Morning events, azure overhang, cast eyes upward
looking for the everseen
swooned by midday captured enraptured
undefined senses of being on loudspeakers
Magic of mechanics, roots absorbed and never solid.

TRANSLATION

2010-11-15T00:15:00.000-08:00

this is an exquisite corpse Carl and I wrote:

the identity element is the numerical god particle
there is a noise key of granulated fibers, light implosions holographic
symposium, syntax spicy grace notes, muse physics ewe's physique
ballet mecanique, Lusitania transatlantic, underground stations
rejuvenating vibration. layering bridges, diapason
harmonics hold me invisible in the dim pedernal night
four elements show the way of existence to the neophyte
individual mind omnipotence, collective mind omnipresence, transcendence
negating opposition. imperfect beauty. feedback awake, zarathustra
love tangents four epic chords vocalizing dreams' lucidity

digital divinity
welcome to infinity concentric circle
sacred spiral
empirical denial
let's gather for a nightcap
fermented monocotyledon
plant a garden of myself
Beside the Alpha and Omega
broken branches in the brain
freedom through hunger
wisdom through pain
fire in the heart
the liquor from the golden
unicorn's bridal cup*
blood is wine, never can have enough

omni-tonality harmony basso Continuo D.C. al coda dominant
prolongation sound check becomes second development
first movement sonata form, second movement
rondo variation tree forms life giving wind leit motive
of your mind brushing the leaves extra skycommunication
one stroke method by far gone star frankincense & myrrh
message to be heard three to five words on a wire
why are we now? in a non-existent time existential spine and vein
transmit the rondo's refrain, what's more to explain.

tell me first, is it Transmit the rondo's rhyme or refrain?

*referenced from a silent film called Destiny (Der Müde Tod) directed by Fritz Lang, 1921

DADA

2010-11-06T11:25:00.000-07:00

Emmy Hennings with her angry puppet, Zurich, 1917.

de gustibus et coloribus non est disputandum

2010-11-02T23:52:00.000-07:00

http://apod.nasa.gov/apod/ap070624.html

Blue Planet Open Ears

2010-11-01T23:03:00.000-07:00

TIME TRAVELERS

2010-11-01T19:30:00.000-07:00

Break the bonds with more bonds still to fray, as you are gone only this day, of which no time remains. Because now is yesterday, and forty seconds become sculpted as years of clay, as now i speak, now i scream and whisper the same. As we file through these fractions, all the while we fill the blanks and say, spelling out our arguments with underlined words and punctuation. I exclaim as you refrain, become pixelated in your face, water buckets in the well, swimming, we detain. Chiseling our quarries still, fills me with much disdain, I am spoken, from whispers I refrain as points and abbreviations come to claim. I am you but where are we, as filled with eternal marble debris, pious porn impeccable peach by which we are beseeched. Still I look on feather quills with weathered eyes of where to be, what's to come, and what's to say, because for you now is yesterday.

By the vibrate formed irate swallowed senseless form of guilt.
Wallowed up inside the duct tape scraping at the mouth.
Your face is pixelated, silent echoes are reverberated.
Icicles anticipated with spaghetti on the brain.
Parched in pieces, spare but one penny for my jar.

So I know that soon we will conclude, just as this spice still eludes
I am me and you are you and reversal of us
plus two is sure to never make it through, sidewinding seven zeroes, equals my embrace.

Up to par, we are far, hours of pennies in my jar, a chance, I may have this dance, with some sergeant sold, and spent.

Take a second out for goodness' sake as into the glass the copper breaks, as I am last in line again, you are third, as we combine the word. Vocals become text as I was last, now I'm next fulfilling backbones bent and spines tangled, the wires of our brains become a mangled mess as we are transported telepaths through squares and dare not ask why. The filaments fry, embossed with curves and scents that cost us cells.

You tell us so much of what's inside your spaghetti's recipe and such, from the place that has been carved out of your maple face, grains I trace in ellipses on their axes. Converted mixed and sniffled rosemary, a rhombus hazel craze of 'hope'. Tourist, why did you underline navel, put a dot next to a less than sign. These sine wave ripples never end, frequencies of the LFO's bend, we all follow the robot trend, desensitized from hours as they turn to seconds.

See you tomorrow in five years, dive into the blue planet with open ears, see you in Venus' hollow sphere, contrived, a castle, forlorn to hear.

-2008 performance piece.. "HERE IS THERE"

SOTO & us

2010-10-12T15:34:00.001-07:00

sleeping poet

2010-10-12T13:22:00.000-07:00

on the phone with souls

stolen from the sent away

mastering the art of Volume

the poet is asleep, external silence

where she can become nothing

visiting death's cousin

time to awake and re-dedicate to now

to the infinite language that

is spoken very well

good night, and thank you

good morning

good and bad

want what you do not want

do not want what you want

want not, do you, what want

no desire

no suffering

connections of all

placid and peaceful

for the poet who is asleep

visiting death's cousin

everything becomes a blur

now, for focused times

infinite gratitude for opposites

forever sound endures

2010-09-29T14:10:00.000-07:00

At blue 7 AM Father rains from the sky
To Mother in every Unseen crevice
Uddhamsoto born this day
Contemplating his first
The phases turn again
Lost here, found in now
Each brick lift Broken branch levitate
Changing EQs Goodbye for now
Succumbed to existance Partial to it
Embers, remembrance Up with the tide
Expansion wide Pi Eye L.O.V.E.

my long lost spaceship

2010-09-27T05:04:00.000-07:00

heaven is here

2010-09-26T07:42:00.000-07:00

jian'ai

universal love

兼愛

questions

2010-09-22T00:28:00.000-07:00

what is this?
what am i?
where are you?
why are we?
what are we?
when are we?
when am i?
when are you?
where am i?
why is this?
what are you?
why are you?
how are you?

questions, questions
not to be answered now.

making music...

2010-09-04T00:00:00.000-07:00

is beautiful.

imbued by the spiral

2010-09-03T15:23:00.000-07:00

i am a wish/fish come true

2010-09-01T22:39:00.000-07:00

swimming through existance,

splashing with my eyes.

ink and symbols activate,

as sure as i am alive.

whatever's meant to be

is simply meant to be,

and who's to tell, but we;

a living symbol, free.

satori

2010-08-30T00:15:00.000-07:00

Satori as the Zen experience must be concerned with the entirity of life,

For what Zen proposes to do is the revolution and revaluation as well, of oneself as a spiritual unity;

The opening of satori is the remaking of life itself;

Here now, and ready to turn on my forest lights

in my mind works

N A N O _ S O U P

2010-08-24T11:06:00.000-07:00

NEW EP released on CORPORA ALIENA

NANO-SOUP

answers

2010-08-21T11:54:00.000-07:00

got you some solar flowers

a peace offering

a departing presence

an arrival of realization gift

18 keeps playing

leaving the dark, webs of distraction

won't ask how or why

quote.

2010-08-16T03:00:00.001-07:00

"I think life is both shit and wonderful in equal measure."

-mu mixer

embroidery by muumuu

2010-08-15T20:41:00.000-07:00

Dialogue

2010-08-15T09:34:00.000-07:00

between me and not me

creates a breathing space

where the clouds feel real

embracing the texture with crescent eyes

pushing buttons, overloading CPU

this conversation between us two

here and not here

seasons visible

reasoning questionable

setting, rising self every day

where i can subside to get away

major melody always ringing

bringing to a halt destructive tendency

breathing my own latency

sustaining the keys in mind

the forest that is the mind

the leaves are still green, blown on the breeze

drifting in the air

my dialogue with non-self in the noosphere

the chorus vibrates internally

the choragos chanting, unrelenting

while my self requests consistently for peace

the way of the world, it cannot be granted

a matter of moments

days become years

when one is here and not here

now here in nowhere

confined chaos

2010-07-29T11:26:00.000-07:00

implosions, there is
too much to see and hear,
all in all too much to comprehend
if it ever seems not enough, keep piling the wooden lettered blocks
stack the useless thoughts in an organized manner
filing away the days, the noise, the nonsense
fashion a non-self, that is what you are
pay no mind to what is matter
a proclaimed illusion, abandoned delusions
exeunt reality, so somewhere far off in imagination
explosion would be a definite possibility
and memory, not at all an option
as a geyser, streaming into space
interpret these words, which have become numbers
hurdle over and burrow under
sense of self, detached;
fluent, like a river
silent, as the mountains'
geometric peaks
chaos in confinement when i fare well not to speak
acknowledging the unseen forces at work
to make all moments what they are.

l.o.v.e.

2010-07-24T10:24:00.000-07:00

look on very excitedly

look over variable energy

long optimism vouching emptiness

liquid orange vapor evaporating

likeness opening vanquished elegy

lured onto valley edge

lifelike other varieties enable

left on visitor exact

leaped out ventana easily

left over variable energies

long overcome vertical endeavors

lucid onyx vision entrenched

likewise overwhelming varieties efficient

lucent omega verb exhaling

laughing out vivaciously ending

lights off vindictive elsewhere

livid obscure vexations eating

less of velocity escalating

lonely overwhelming victorious each

letters outside valour eclipsed

lines optional valiance elsewhere

lift or vault essence

loop or vanquish early

likeness opposition vicarious even

leading over voltage equilibrium

leaving out vices effective

living only vocalizing equanimity

lunar opening vortex evolving

OG AND ME

2010-07-21T16:34:00.000-07:00

Nature Reflection

2010-07-07T05:00:00.000-07:00

The trees stand tall and watch,

Leaves fluttering in the breeze, reflecting light.

The pattern is that of white noise;

It enters my mind with grace

And sings back gently, in memory.

The water runs smoothly over the rocks.

Clear currents visible, soothing to the eye.

A steady sound of earth's peaceful vein,

A consistent, gentle flow,

Where the fish swim and the green grows.

How soft, the wind that brushes my skin,

It circulates and spins;

The finest air travels down from the tops of trees

To embrace us with its cooling touch.

It is invisible and I feel it well.

Walking up the mountain, the scent fills my nostrils.

The incline is steep and my breath becomes heavy,

The roots of the trees pop out like steps to guide,

As I scale a side of the world,

Transcending the top with clarity in mind,

Deep in the forest, sounds are amplified;

Voices reverberate through thousands of tree trunks,

The branches scrape the blue of the sky in praise of the sun;

The light shining through the canopies of leaves

As I contemplate further how we are all one.

haikus for two nights

2010-05-23T13:18:00.000-07:00

fog haze on the field,

the moon makes a gradient

fading from above.

tall grasses flicker,

creating a static maze

we sense with our toes.

i hear you from afar,

connecting direct moments

separate from time.

orbiting, still unseen,

the low cloud on the field

departs for the day.

RED SMILES: renku

2010-05-09T10:42:00.000-07:00

Rising into light

Connected to the moon's face

The spiral sees all

A cycled color circle

The shape of form and spirit

Red painted the past

The tree stands in the future

Still in yesterday

Leaves tremble without the wind

Their veins, ever blossoming

Run in the forest

Pulsating green energy

We have so longed for

Breathing in the mist and dew

A silent song is spoken

The sun is the heart

Breathing slow and watching close

Creating shadow

It follows us everywhere

Flying free from the branches

No audio time

Singing chords and fleeting hordes

Alone, ring the chime

Inhaling the mist and dew

A silent song is spoken

Seeds that cannot grow

Patiently wait on the sill

Planted in the mind

Hushed with determined focus

Watching each breath, in and out

Not by our own choice

We feel that which was here

Before we were here

Steady falling rain brushes

The leaves as we run through them

I am my father

Connected, I know

We sing through smiles

my new album:

2010-04-27T12:17:00.000-07:00

http://www.femrecords.com

time factory

2010-04-22T13:43:00.000-07:00

death is knocking at the door

what a colorful cycle!

12:00 forgotten the art of longhand

desires wilt as flowers

Oghatinnoti

2010-03-31T12:22:00.001-07:00

i want you to meet my new friend.

this is Oghatinnoti!

he is really special to me!

he is happy to meet you.

the thought of making hummus

2010-03-27T08:44:00.000-07:00

i remember once, an octopus came to my house and made hummus

now,

just thinking about making hummus makes me content and fills me with joy

a truly pleasant feeling

the taste of olives in brine is truly divine

thinking about the taste, i can taste the thought

and it makes me smile and laugh

everything is a miracle

2010-03-12T15:42:00.000-08:00

nonduality

facts are not solid

good = bad

question or statement?

we are one and not separate

we are not really our selves

defined by creeping moss

the facial expressions crevices in rocks

the soothing sound of running water

but shock never wears off

it disappears at times

from where our path leads us

coloring outside the lines

when we become sun chasers

because you wished it would stay

as faced with desolate grey

nothing is permanent, thank goodness

as the days glide before our eyes

and the trails the planes leave in the sky

no two moments are the same

"what do you surmise?"

we can all withstand samsara,

it has never been a breeze;

these chasms of sarcasm,

this abyss of unrest.

the way to nirvana has been shared with me,

i am now sewing my seeds.

circumscribed earthquakes,

geometric rainbow trees.

i smell something sweet

as Isis stays with me.

Oghatinnoti embraces

when i am in need.

he does love me dearly,

with my magenta moon phases.

sunflower retinas, galaxies in dream;

awake during sleep, neutralized desire.

muses sing softly, chanting in the depths

of the ocean where all is calm,

i am patient for time

when i will join in their song.

2010-03-08T11:03:00.000-08:00

the Art of Peace

2010-03-02T12:03:00.000-08:00

Aikido

in harmonious rhythms

the universe is

a single song

all encompassing, in which we are composed

with every rhythmic step we take.

"Those who are possessed by nothing possess everything."

-The Art of Peace

By Morihei Ueshiba, John Stevens

eyes in the tree

2010-02-27T12:54:00.000-08:00

2010-02-26T14:06:00.000-08:00

adrift in shine, here more today than ever before

Faith is power to believe and power to see...

-- Prentice Mulford

धैर्य

2010-02-17T16:30:00.000-08:00

Are you sure?

2010-02-14T11:47:00.000-08:00

We should not be sure of any perceptions we have... the image of the sun is eight minutes behind time. Is it possible then, that we are actually time traveling through our vision while admiring a sunset?

संसार

2010-02-13T14:39:00.000-08:00

samsara

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

true>false

2010-02-11T16:44:00.000-08:00

"Mistaking the false for the true

And the true for the false,

You overlook the heart

And fill yourself with desire.

See the false as false,

The true as true.

Look into your heart,

Follow your nature."

-from "Choices" in the DHAMMAPADA

Is the mirror truly false?

"Woman Before a Mirror" by Picasso

2010-02-10T12:23:00.000-08:00

analogue eyes and misconstrued space-time

spirits sing through microscopic crystals and waveforms

the soul is eclipsed by the pupil, lucid day of sideways snow

a trinity of spirals traced into transit

mirrors have been proven to deceive

on the same day, waved to my own satellite,

greeted my shadow as it were my reflection

existence is delusion, orbiting

theoretical is quantum

fluorescent flickering

presence of vision

my new song is called...

2010-02-10T12:02:00.000-08:00

the menae

false mirror

2010-02-06T12:00:00.000-08:00

Rene Magritte

1928

2010-02-06T10:28:00.000-08:00

window fog

precision cuts apples

vacate our temples of spirit

hourglass everlasting

infiltrate thoughts

multifaceted spiraling seclusion

mental cut and paste

am i here or there?

Aurora, where'd you go?

where were you when the clock struck blue,

the day the plate returned with the fork,

the night when endymion finally woke.

where were you when the silent tree fell,

when gravity was given its name and

dreams were swallowed by the wishing well.

i have been here all along,

hiding,

disguised in white ruffles as saltwater vibrations.

basking in the waves of the only song

that rings endless past the planets' dance.

THE MIND

2010-01-31T10:14:00.000-08:00

"The mind manifests itself by looks and words. For the soul is our dwelling place, our eyes are its windows, and our lips are its messengers."

-Kahlil Gibran, The Eye of the Prophet p. 1923

the long lost...

2010-01-29T16:35:00.000-08:00

to which we are

all constantly

paying

the cost,

forever

indebted

to that

we regret,

so the

only way

to move

forward

is to have

none.

are you there?

2010-01-23T12:48:00.000-08:00

slow-motion

2010-01-21T14:30:00.000-08:00

rain explosion

magma flying, tree-top spying

where i wondered, what happened to you?

where are you now?

where am i?

unplanned eruptions

from bottled darknesses

will you still love me, Hermes?

after darknesses flow, likeness to light

the same as the opposite, no, opposing is different

straight from the imagination

whirlwinds circling, ever-spiraling

detached and dictated in solitude,

eloquently absent

severely detached from meanings

visitors make appearances

ever reminding of infinity's challenge

may i recall for next time

a mental note, a song

for me, for you and all the unseen

blue spirits and the never dead

your little talking machines

piles of dusty books

modulating ghosts

speeding nearer

listen close...

the fractals of branches

2010-01-07T08:36:00.000-08:00

infinitely complex

celestial snow

2009-12-30T16:52:00.000-08:00

as i point one direction

because i want to know

colored of sage

who coined what term

the end of the age

we have yet to learn

and yet to fade

fill it up to the brim

explosive within

my retinas burn

as i re-simulate

next to yesterday's a blur

tomorrow is solid, now is matter

choose the latter, know the future

a fish in the water

flowing through crossing currents

i want to be everywhere

i want to disappear

2009-12-23T09:30:00.000-08:00

genderless spirit

same as the opposite