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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Location: Ithaca, New York, United States

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.

Monday, December 29, 2008

As the full moon appears from the night, so appears her face amid the tresses.
From sorrow comes the perception of her: the eyes crying on the cheek; like black narcissus shedding tears upon a rose.
Mere beauties are silenced: her fair quality is overwhelming.

Even to think of her, harms her subtlety (thought is too coarse a thing to perceive her). If this be so, how can she correctly be seen by such a clumsy organ as the eye?

Her fleeting wonder eludes thought. She is beyond the spectrum of sight.

When description tried to explain her, she overcame it. Whenever such an attempt is made, description is put to flight.

Because it is trying to circumscribe.

If someone seeking her lowers his aspirations (to feel in terms of ordinary love), - there are always others who will not do so.

- Ibn El-Arabi (Sufi mystic, circa 1200)

Saturday, December 06, 2008