Synaesthetic Monk's Blues

Phantasmagoria, magic lantern shows, spectacles without substance. They achieved complete sensory experiences through noise, incense, lightening, water. There may be a time when we'll attend Weather Theaters to recall the sensation of rain.

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The main thing a musician would like to do, is to give a picture to the listener of the many wonderful things he knows of and senses in the universe... I'm using the insides of sounds to move around in a very subtle way which, I think, ends up being inevitable. I feel it's the only solution to that particular problem that I presented myself.

Wednesday, May 02, 2007

Sooner or later the uncovering & unveiling of self/nature transmogrifies a person into a brigand - like stepping into another world and then returning to this one to discover you've been declared a traitor, heretic, exile.

The Law waits for you to stumble on a mode of being, a soul different from the FDA-approved purple-stamped standard dead meat - and as soon as you begin to act in harmony with nature the Law garottes & strangles you - so don't play the blessed liberal minded middle-class martyr - accept the fact that you're a criminal and be prepared to act like one.

Paradox: to embrace Chaos is not slide towards Entropy but to emerge into an energy like stars, a pattern of instantaneous grace - a spontaneous organic order completely different from the carrion pyramids of sultans, muftis, cadis & grinning executioners.

After Chaos comes Eros - the principle of order implicit in the nothingness of the unqualified One. Love is structure, system, the only code untainted by slavery & drugged sleep. We must become crooks & con-men to protect its spiritual beauty in a bezel of clandestinity, a hidden garden of espionage