Saturday, March 10, 2012

Contrapuntal Wading


I've never wanted so badly to take off my shoes and find that running far far far would lead me to a cave that would, in turn, lead to a beach.

Lately, music has taken a wonderful turn.  For the first time, i feel a wonderful counterpoint. You walk in the darkness and on the other side are the hues of the day and the tiny crystals in the wet sand.  You turn around the corner of a cliff, and the sun beams in on you as you jump into precarious waters.

In the end, I run my fingers through wet sand----feel water pass through my toes.

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

When it rains, close your eyes

When it rains, it is often nice to find that you can close your eyes.  You can follow the sounds without having to see and your body can move with improvisation.

Today, I worked on music all day.  The raindrops outside felt like millions of amplifiers sending out the sounds----Or liquid crotales resonating...


Sunday, March 4, 2012

Oh, i was just sweating sensitivity from my eyeballs...


How does one control this flood of emotion that radiates from some unknown core?
Language began to fade into murmurs and buzzes; jokes were stabs of "why can't you understand?".
Slowly, translucent walls grew labyrinthine around me.  I could see out, I was there, but I was apart.

and so i perspired, out my eyeballs.
and there is just no proper deodorant for sweaty eyeballs.