My in-breath,
my out
breath
That’s all the
mandate
I need,
to
Be!
To express,
my Self
– a vessel,
my own will not
withstanding –
my hole in the
lampshade,
sun among suns.
NY 3.30.13
Monthly Archives: March 2013
What IS
A titillating solo run
by Herbie
running free,
devising his own
alternate universe
parallel
fifths
alternate
voicings
parallel
universes
mixing it up
all
within a 32
bars
or so,
being
on the edge of
experiencing
one realm
or another
nasty
wedge of deliciously
odorous French
cheese,
the legs on a robust
unknown but
highly pleasant
red
and
knee-high brown
boots
covering black
leather
underneath
a
fiery red coat
raven black manes,
Persian princess
riding B63
a
copy
of the
Bhagavad Gita
– in Farsi no less –
in her delicate hands
a counter tenor
sailing
on the wings
of Couperin
through
imaginary
Cathedrals
in an
endless
sky
Is it all just about
a heightened experience
of
what is?
NY 3.30.13
Unexpected views II
Sound poems
Impromptu sound poem I
Impromptu sound poem II
Sound poem – Untitled I
A few words about this nifty little player: there’s a mute button to the left. Click on the bars to change the volume. Clicking on another player will automatically close the current player.
(if you’re in an adventurous mood: open several windows, and the sound files will start to overlap…)
Doorways I
Doorways…. a fascinating symbol of transition and transformation – a passageway, like a pass in the mountains. Standing in the doorway…. perhaps we look back on what lies behind us….. it’s the moment where we have to decide, have to commit to that leap of faith into the new, into the unknown.
Art for me is intricately related to what happens when we step into the doorway. Because art is all about life, and life to me is all about what happens on our journey to the next doorway.
[This Doorway page right here will soon become a portal to another website in progress that is specifically relegated to matters of a more esoteric and mystical nature. If you feel so called upon, or are just curious, step into this Doorway for a little preview. Unlike many doorways in life, this one you can stroll through casually, back and forth as you please!]
I have noticed that some of my favorite artists have a fascination with doorways. De Kooning is one who employed ‘random’ images of doorways shimmering between layers of paint. For some it invokes the idea of ‘having a way out’. For some it would be more like a way ‘in’.
Just before I wrote about stepping into “the doorway”. Maybe “a doorway” is more appropriate. Maybe there are many doorways. Maybe each moment holds fur us an infinite amount of doorways, an infinite amount of directions – just as an infinite amount of lines radiate out from a single point. Mathematics and Geometry have a way of zooming in and out of sacred space.
Dervish – the spinning wise men of the amazing Sufi tradition … the mystical arm of the Islam that hosts legendary people like the great poet Rumi and other illuminates…
It’s been said the word ‘der’ means ‘door’….. spinning in the doorway to the beyond…
(to be continued)
No name
Songs of Remembrance
for alto, soprano and 2 percussionists
(text 1)
Angelic voices
of a timeless past
a single melody
embracing
an entire universe
of water drips
dissolving worldly sorrow
into an Ocean
where you and i have
no name.
**
For a fleeting moment
time’s void held me
right there
on the outer shores
of the Promised Land
‘Tis these memories so dear
that make me fend
with Lion’s roar
kneel in prayer
in barren dessert’s sand.
**
So far,
and yet so
near
I don’t know if I’m
dreaming anymore
running for dear life
Anywhere
but here!
**
March 22, 1998
Hovering
Songs of Remembrance
for alto, soprano and 2 percussionists
(text 2)
**
Numbing memories
frozen in ice
like old ghosts
revisiting
from times past
unable
or so it seems
to toss the iron mask
bare my soul
have naked eyes.
**
Have I become
afraid
to live
for fear of
drowning
in my own
darkest waters?
**
Nailed without failing
by indelible imprints
my eyes
reach
up and high
a distant eagle’s rise.
**
Here I am
hovering
above this
river divide
between
the living
and the dead.
**
March 22, 1998
Open the Gates of Fear!
Open the Gates of Fear! –
Lead me to the edge
where I dare not tread
my Heart, blazing afire
foolish illusions
scorched on Phoenix’ pyre.
That I Am
forevermore
a Sun among Suns
rejoicing
in rays of splendid sound
Celestial musings
for each and all to hear!
NY March 22, 1998
Third text of “Songs of Remembrance”
for alto (voice), soprano (voice) and 2 percussionists
Unexpected views I
Image
Unexpected views I -1
Unexpected views I -2
Unexpected views I -3
Unexpected views I – 4
hardest thing
Quote
to sit back
and just take it in
life
art
whatever