Monday, 31 December 2012
Wednesday, 19 December 2012
A poem for anger
i am lost at sea inescapable
you brought me here to this world, and I will not question why you are mad
I will question why you are repressed and unbalanced
Isha Upanishat helps me through it all;
Beautiful #38, I love you so much.
Sunday, 2 December 2012
Wednesday, 21 November 2012
Tuesday, 6 November 2012
Khymati is Chloe
Sweet, like Thich Nhat Hahn
taught me to care for my anger,
singing as I sew two skirts together
anticipating the Mayan priest
I went to see the wise woman
she told me about the mountains in Woodstock
I closed my eyes to the sun
and thought of Rabindranath Tagore again
upon completion of Hummingbird
my gift for the Undine, dancing her slow steps
In the storm where the dialogue took place
in medieval bell speak, sounding far
Her blue owl guide and protector
Conquered by the embroidered tree
that only appears in the rain
A reminder again, I am not I
As eyes, they do not mind
when it's time to die
Khymati is Chloe
We, as Janus, see both ways
The smile of the girl who ran down the street
and walked back, because she knew
I was thinking of her
Tuesday, 23 October 2012
Friday, 12 October 2012
Friday, 28 September 2012
the Mandala
The "mandala is a two-dimensional representation of a three-dimensional reality, used in rituals from the simple to complex to sacralize space in a variety of ways, but always to concentrate spiritual energies and provide a focus for meditation or other sacred acts. It supplies a map, a spatial orientation, a physical blueprint for a journey toward a transcendent reality."
"The dancer is a living embodiment of a sacred map that displays a path to enlightenment."
"The dancer is a living embodiment of a sacred map that displays a path to enlightenment."
Saturday, 22 September 2012
Friday, 21 September 2012
Tuesday, 18 September 2012
Tuesday, 11 September 2012
Saturday, 25 August 2012
Friday, 24 August 2012
A Chariot of the Mind
I know what it looks like too. As I am sure you do. Harness the beasts I have tamed and they love me.
What a patriarchal mess. A matriarchal confusion.
Water mother, I know earth mother is there as well,
This is what I live to tell. Of what I have consistently been through before, but always
reaching the highest truth in the trees.
To Paramartha Plouffe
Who hangs in the equilibrium with her brothers and sisters
Waiting to be strangers again.
What a patriarchal mess. A matriarchal confusion.
Water mother, I know earth mother is there as well,
This is what I live to tell. Of what I have consistently been through before, but always
reaching the highest truth in the trees.
To Paramartha Plouffe
Who hangs in the equilibrium with her brothers and sisters
Waiting to be strangers again.
Thursday, 16 August 2012
Thursday, 19 July 2012
Not Your Name
"Not Your Name" is a poem I recited in Max/MSP playing the keyboard controller and adding realtime
filtering effects. The "What's in a Name" remixes are drone pieces by Bernhard Living
filtering effects. The "What's in a Name" remixes are drone pieces by Bernhard Living
Sunday, 8 July 2012
balance
"I find the half moon to be particularly interesting. It symbolizes balance, mystery, moderation and the union of opposites all in one."
from time-wave zero
Dendrophile
Anthropomorphism
What speciaes are humans again?
Monomorphic.
Dendrophile
Anthropomorphism
What speciaes are humans again?
Monomorphic.
Thursday, 5 July 2012
Wednesday, 27 June 2012
Friday, 15 June 2012
Friday, 1 June 2012
Impermanence
This is the flyer for our event tomorrow night, and I am really excited to play my electronic cover of a portion of Escape to India, originally composed by Phillip Glass for the score of the movie, Kundun (1997, directed by Martin Scorsese)
I am also excited to wear my Dalai Lama hat I made for this special occasion. Thanx to IEXIST for making this happen with me.
Wednesday, 23 May 2012
Love Poems
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true;
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
–W. B. Yeats
And loved your beauty with love false or true;
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
–W. B. Yeats
Friday, 18 May 2012
Saturday, 5 May 2012
Saturday, 28 April 2012
A Retrospective Glance
Dazzling, different surfaces, tissues, textures. Weights, gravity. To be blinded. Interpolations. Reflections. Death. The sum of independent worlds. Shading, refracting the colour.
Saariaho, 1985.
Saariaho, 1985.
Thursday, 26 April 2012
Sunday, 22 April 2012
Purushottama at Fountain Miami
For those who may not know, this is my interactive sculpture named Purushottama, which is पुरुषोत्तम in Sanskrit.. meaning 'Supreme Being'..
The meaning of the word Purushottama is explained by the Integral philosopher Haridas Chaudhuri (1913-1975) as representing that ineffable phenomenon which lies even beyond the undifferentiated Godhead. (cited from Wikipedia)
taken at the Fountain exhibit during FabFiveFreddy, Art Basel 2011
The meaning of the word Purushottama is explained by the Integral philosopher Haridas Chaudhuri (1913-1975) as representing that ineffable phenomenon which lies even beyond the undifferentiated Godhead. (cited from Wikipedia)
taken at the Fountain exhibit during FabFiveFreddy, Art Basel 2011
Friday, 30 March 2012
We're alive: the conclusion of...
the last phrase in this photo that I took of an unknown origin on the door of a random bathroom in a commune warehouse in London, I realized, could not be read, and i just figured out what it says:
[I DON'T WANT TO DIE
YOU DON'T WANT TO DIE
WE DON'T WANT TO DIE
THIS IS FEAR OF DEATH]
For the record, I pride myself in the declaration that I believe that I am not afraid of death. Is there a club I should join? Maybe I really am and I just don't know it because I haven't been as close; come to think of it, I was afraid when I once upon a time nearly died. I'm not sure how close I really was but I want to thank the angels for protecting me, and you, whoever you are, I am happy that you are reading my ghost blog.
Merleau-Ponty's Phenomenology of Perception
Merleau-Ponty concludes by defining freedom as a mode of consciousness in which personal actions and commitments can be chosen within a situation or field of possibility.
Freedom is always within a given field of possibility.
Freedom is always present in a situation, unless we lose our belonging to the situation.
Freedom is a mode of being-in-the-world which enables us to transcend ourselves.
Thursday, 29 March 2012
Welcome to my world, द्युम्नसाति
I am going up and you should come
and quit looking back and document the present
How could you let yourself go and then I jump in after you
I lose myself to match you
I substitute everything I once knew
IN an attempt to bring myself back again
To where I never was
But once upon a time,
Keep telling myself the stories
in the crevices of my memory of the empty
from whence I came
At this point where one day is equivalent to years
Dyum comes to join me
and reassures me who I am
as I question myself and my surroundings
When once upon a time was forever
the ingrained moments never cease to exist
and quit looking back and document the present
How could you let yourself go and then I jump in after you
I lose myself to match you
I substitute everything I once knew
IN an attempt to bring myself back again
To where I never was
But once upon a time,
Keep telling myself the stories
in the crevices of my memory of the empty
from whence I came
At this point where one day is equivalent to years
Dyum comes to join me
and reassures me who I am
as I question myself and my surroundings
When once upon a time was forever
the ingrained moments never cease to exist
Saturday, 24 March 2012
Wednesday, 14 March 2012
अनित्य #15
Anitya joins the world today;
I made her out of my old favorite hoodie, adopted in 2008 at BLOC,
she is soft and smells sweet of allspice.
Labels:
Art,
Eden Grey,
Impermanence,
Sanskrit friends,
अनित्य
Wednesday, 29 February 2012
Tuesday, 28 February 2012
i often mix songs, but these are different
In preparation for my upcoming research project, I would like to make a note that Bernard Parmegiani's "De Natura Sonorum" (1975) and Kaija Saariaho's "Jardin Secret I" (1984-85) mix together extremely well; as a composer with a taste for pleasant sounding melodies, these senseless sounds mixed together have a haunting quality and help me make sense of how much I do not enjoy listening to either one of them, however when mixed together, they take on a new dimension that becomes more enjoyable. Though this music seems to all try to prove the same thing, that electronic music was made possible for its elements of haunting sounds and illogical formulations that defy the invisible laws of music, it is made more enjoyable when paired together with something of its own like, and is now allowing a new perspective from my stance.
And actually, after contemplation, I realize there is a discipline to senseless music, and it becomes more enjoyable in that it is not enjoyable in its traditional musicality.
Monday, 20 February 2012
Saturday, 18 February 2012
Friday, 13 January 2012
Sonic Reflection
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.
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.
Wednesday, 4 January 2012
Sukha duḥkha
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