THRESHOLD

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..

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

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...

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.

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

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

3 days later...

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

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

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

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