its 7:23 and i just came back from the street

John Cage never confined himself to music-
he was exposed to the essence of the universe-
CONSTANTLY.

Creation, art-
it is all for the purpose of continuing essence-
the essence of the soul?
of the mind?
of the self?
Human beings are inherently selfish as we are social-

Society opens its doors to the shaman
who can sing and dance the dreams of the then
-native lands, indegenious ideas/
to the now-
city steets cross jacket suit packets;

 

” .      I find myself believing that art created for profit by corporate conglomerations to be much less valuable to that created by the starving bohemian.
But I cant think of a reason why that is       logically true. Who am I to decide that art is devoid of materialism?            .”
LOGICALLY

1. Of, relating to, in accordance with, or of the nature of logic.
2. Based on earlier or otherwise known statements, events, or conditions; reasonable: Rain was a logical expectation, given the time of year.
3. Reasoning or capable of reasoning in a clear and consistent manner.

 

/Earliar and otherwise known statements of ‘time’, of our inhereited and evident past, present, and presumed future=LOGICALLY
THUS

 

it is logical that you cant see,
“BLIND FUCK”
the
REASON
3. An underlying fact or cause that provides logical sense for a premise or occurrence
for the fact every face can fathom:

hand made crafts
cou·ture creations

=
individual sensations-
individual serenations-
individual salutations-
individual “inquiry into the human condition”

 

It is in the discipline of a disciplined dreamer and DO-ER to SEE

that creation is life
life is creation
creation is new
creation expands
………essence
………eternity
………enticing
………unlimited
LIKE MUSIC
MUSIC IS A METAPHOR
THE MIND IS THE MEDIUM

THE METAPHOR IS LIFE
LIFE IS A METAPHOR

MAKE UP YOUR MIND
YOUR MIND IS MADE UP

MAKE MUSIC
MAKE MAN MADE MUSIC

 

 

 

 

music made man.

 

 

 

 

 

its not about rewards zimmermusi. its about reality. it is about awakening that awesome power of abstract thought which is art into action and expanding upon the material universe.

there is a physical realm:
the paper, the pen, the penis

there is a spiritual realm:
the mind, the will, the ego
Cmon, SURREALISM-
combine the two
….and ya got crazy kids like Dali
…………………………..Descartes
…………………………..Shakespere
…………………………..Ceaser

Cmon, SYMPHONY
create a frequency to the ears of all listners!
not just in the CAGE of child society
us young
us youth
us loose
bent truths
Beauty is perceived.
A BEAUTIFUL PERCEPTION
is like
A BEAUTIFUL MIND

ABRE TUS OJOS
OPEN YOUR EYES

tom cruise jummped off the building cause he didnt care bout honesty and all that horseshit entitled industriousness cause ignorance is bliss and all you gatta do is go looking at the leaves the the native man has learned from-

art, a constant return to nature
art, a constant cycle of creations
art, a minds metaphor: music
art, the matter of the mind: perception
art, the empowerment of a person
art, the enlightenment of a soul
art, the essence of abstract thought
art, the essence of abstract truths
art, the essence of ALL TRUTHS
ART THE UNIVERSE
HEART THE HERO
HATE THE GOLD
CRY THE CALF
KILL THE FATHER
FUCK THE MOTHER
REPEAT VIBRATIONS
VISIT SENSATIONS
PAINT A RED SWASTIKA
CHANGE THE STATION/
………………….art is color
………………….VISUAL
………………….art is sound
…………………..AUDITORY
ART IS A COMBINATION
ART IS CREATION
ART IS A CALAMITY
ART IS AN AWESOME POWER

ART IS ACTION
ACTION IS ART

ACTION IS ALWAYS
ALWAYS AND FOREVER

FAITH IS FINITE
HAVE INFINITE FAITH.

FEEL THE FREQUENCIES OF FAITH
REPEAT, RECORD, REWRITE:
……………………make money?
……………………say it twice?
……………………sin
……………………songs
……………………snakes
……………………christian
……………………creation
……………………sensation
……………………”ser-in-dip-ity”
1. The faculty of making fortunate discoveries by accident.

Salvador Dali

I will reproduce the following link:

Of all the Surrealists and their achievements, there is one that stands out above all the others. The Paranoiac Critical method was a sensibility, or way of perceiving reality that was developed by Salvador Dalí. It was defined by Dalí himself as “irrational knowledge” based on a “delirium of interpretation”. More simply put, it was a process by which the artist found new and unique ways to view the world around him. It is the ability of the artist or the viewer to perceive multiple images within the same configuration. The concept can be compared to Max Ernst’s frottage or Leonardo da Vinci’s scribbling and drawings. As a matter of fact, all of us have practiced the Paranoid Critical Method when gazing at stucco on a wall, or clouds in the sky, and seeing different shapes and visages therein. Dalí elevated this uniquely human characteristic into his own art form.Dalí, though not a true paranoid, was able to simulate a paranoid state, without the use of drugs, and upon his return to ‘normal perspective’ he would paint what he saw and envisioned therein.

Dalí was able to create what he called “hand painted dream photographs” which were physical, painted representations of the hallucinations and images he would see while in his paranoid state. Although he certainly had his own load of mental problems to bear, it can be said that Dalí’s delusions and paranoid hallucinations did not totally dominate his mind, as he was able to convey them to canvas.

Being a painter of miraculous skill, he was capable of reproducing his myriad fantasies and hallucinations as visual illusions on canvas.

It is in this context that one of Dalí’s most famous statements takes on a whole new meaning and understanding.

 

 

“The only difference between myself and a madman, is that I am not mad!”

In Dalí’s own words, taken from his Conquest of the Irrational:

“My whole ambition in the pictorial domain is to materialize the images of my concrete irrationality with the most imperialist fury of precision…

He then goes on to say:

“Paranoiac-critical activity organizes and objectivizes in an exclusivist manner the limitless and unknown possibilities of the systematic association of subjective and objective ’significance’ in the irrational…”

“..it makes the world of delirium pass onto the plane of reality”

Music

You know what I happen to enjoy a lot? Music.

 

Music has this interesting and inevitable method of attracting all forms of life. I don’t know why it is. I mean i could explain it…Thinking about it now in a scientific way, music sends out vibrations into the air. It is through these frequencies that excites molecules to shake and shiver, much like our bodies do when we listen to those electric beats. We nod our heads in approval and in cordination to the beat. Theres a very jungle rythmic feel to the whole thing that brings the mind back to the primal stages of man.

I have come to the conclusion that either

 

MAN MADE MUSIC

or

MUSIC MADE MAN

 

If it weren’t for the evolution of music, I do not think man would have progressed. I am very confident in the fact that man learned to communicate through music. After all, the one of the first intruments invented was the drum. And probably around the fire man would dance in circles drumming away.

 

Let me now explain to you why HOUSE music, or all that techno vechno music has such a universal appeal: because its beat is in cordination with our hearts. Its that UNCE UNCE UNCE UNCE party boy shit that beats along insessintly to our heart beats that keeps us moving for so long. Thats why modern day music festivals have so much trance, techno, house, you name it…whatever has that beat grooves your heart.

 

Any thoughts? Comments? Insight?

 

i was just walking down the street just now playing my harmonica and shaking one of thoese little “huevos” these little egg shaped rythmn devices and these two girls driving stopped, listened to me for a second, drove on, and then turned around and we had a whole conversation right there on the street. I love venezuela. And cute girls. Birds and horses too.

A grrrrrrrrr and growl out loud to the Lord or World its no wonder we running from rapists and reality- WE DONT SEE NO NOTHING BUT KIDS BLEEDING BEAUTY- and no thats not true, i’m not used to beauty man, i’m used to dudes sayin duuuude, but thats done. BANISHED- BELIEVE THAT` a beautiful freestlye like weezy f baby i’ve been listening to it lately, let me tell you, motha fucking, motha fucking, MOTHA FUCKING WHAT? Its a word man, a phrase, something that says: SUE ME BITCH, I’M THE BEST RAPPER ALIVE.

and its pride.

its power.

its pathetic? test your limits of truth and tell the kids be home by ten.

WHEN?

Ten.

Or truth. What are you used to?

I could be hungry for money and say pull the trigger nigger pull the trigger, quick! pull the trigger! and bam two shots and the nigga be dead by ten- so niggas say what, and OHHH they say shutup hoe, shutup bitch swallow and the girls they love it, they say i’ll hug it, love it or hate the girls love it.

A first sketch Manifesto

I played a piano piece once upstairs a desolate hotel, where I walked down a corridor adorned with intricate abstract pieces of art and sat down late in one night to play a piece never played again. I am a person, a single soul roaming this single rock of earth accumulating knowledge and experiences…how will the world accept such a simple yet intricate process? Well it isn’t my problem- I am a person- an adolescent nonetheless who will always retain the heart of a child…and so I sat to play a soft song…and what was to say of its structure, of its tempo changes and many chord change progressions? Nothing! I can only describe to you its passion- I can describe to you the pain and passion it takes to forget all which I can fathom behind a fret board or piano bench… – all those processes which happen in the brain…and yet it is still captured… no not on paper of through notes written but through this distinct essence of the mind. How else could I have been inspired to commit this pen to paper, these fingers to type? As people we retain the ability to express and remember. Let our technological advances be responsible for retaining these experiences.

            I will expound upon this further dear reader. If we could revert back to the moonlit nights in Mozart’s den when he pounded away his passion on piano keys, or when Tchaikovsky became inspired with his symphonies then yes!, we can be grateful that their current technology and theory (parchment and music theory) allowed them to retain that essence…that essence of the mind that continues to exist to this day on youtube links and countless conductors in countless opera houses playing countless notes precisely as how they played hundreds of years ago…yes! Their legacy lives on! We live in the past!

            …But life? What is say of my piano played nights in dark desolate hotel bars? Lost. Lost to humanity but still held in my mind. But what if I held a recorder in my hand? Or a frequency reader on the keys?

            I fathom a future in which the moment…the music of the moment and the creation of a catharsis is of the utmost importance! We pertain to moment in time in which the peoples of this society are obsessed with documentation… take a picture!, record the speech!… Write it down! And yet with this emphasis of the moment we have, quite ironically, begun to live in the past through our emphasis of it.

 

 

                                    A  MANIFESTO  ON   MODERN   DAY MUSIC

                                      AND     OUR     CORPORATE     CULTURE

 

 

            We have banished the way of the Bard with pyrotechnics and high-class gimmicks. Men no longer place bets with beauty but rather gamble with greatness- they say, ¨Hey, lets place this much money on this such person and provide music for the masses.¨ We have fabricated emotions. Music is no longer a fantasy but a function. We have progressed into a time of corporate creations and the individual has been lost like stale statues which whither in the wind…One hit wonders and fashionable fads soon to be forgotten. And it is we who have progressed from futurists, to surrealists, to existentialists and post-modern man to vehemently say: Fuck that. This is our manifesto on modern music and our evolved…or rather devolved corporate culture; we have banished the way of the bard and bastardized all the expressive mediums.

            We must now begin to emphasis on the process of creation and revert to the roots of primordial man and discard the outcome: let it be known; it is not in our nature or necessity to declare any sort of document that declares our essence: our essence is of the only importance and it is our actions in the moment which matter most. We are not to be responsible for any results be it financial or formulaic. We must do away with recordings or any sort of capturings´- the importance and emphasis lays in the process and of creations. We must make a masterpiece and discard the canvas and acknowledge it for what it is: dust in the wind.

            We must live! We must expose our subconscious sentiments, the heart of our essence and merge our spiritual side of life to the mundane materials. We must act as a collective and consciously create for the mere purpose of creating and do what the peoples of earth have been granted; the gift of expression. We must revolt against the norms and release the accumulated angst that has been building within. It is time the proletarian and Bourgeois societies stand to their callings and rebel against the most obvious and arrogant leaders. We must cease being a silent majority allowing for corruption. I am speaking of battling politics with philosophy.

            Music must be improvised. Art sporadic and pertinent to the inner essence of man. Writing must be automatic being most accurate to ones state of mind. We must experiment and experience all that life has to offer. We must acknowledge that fact that life is a series of frequencies akin to strings and that we are as significant as we are insignificant. We are worms chewing on the corpses of men hoping to lay fertile ground for future generations. And greatness will only result in getting the fuck up and acting in accordance with our souls and singing, shouting if necessary to the music in our hearts. This is our manifesto and you have heard it. Do not apologize for your apathy- you are the only one responsible for your actions and you must act now.

Live. Love. Life. Create. Now

 

Forget   the  past, find  faith in the  now  and

Find         the       future      by      creating   it.

Insist on being inspired at all times wired to life.

 

 

 

Live        simply

And simply live.

 

Clouds, Rewrite

Rewrite

“you know what?”

“what?”

“I believe in the clouds.”

She sat, stroking his cock, her hair swayed like honey velvet in the wind as she sat up with a curious smirk and placed her hand tenderly on his unshaven cheek.

“Baby, when are you going to cum?” she asks with a look of longing, as if she had never tasted the sweet seamen truth of reproduction.

He smiled with watery, sensitive, forest brown eyes and waved a hand like a tranquil flowing stream gracefully across the blue, white puff expanse and whispered like ancient breeze

” We lay here and watch them go by, we laugh and smile at them, what they could be; but we don’t believe in them. What if that train-cloud was really just a train, you know, in another world or something. Maybe theres a whole cloud city, with cloud people laying down in the sky, just like me and you, watching us go by; as formless and mysterious as the clouds are to us.”

She nodded absentmindedely and doubled the intensity of her sarcastic smirk- but she knew it was useless. He wasn’t quite done yet, and no smirk ,or anything else she could imagine, would stop him now.

“If thats true ,then, you know what? We need to really think about alot of the things we think we know. If a cloud from so far away is such a simple and beautiful thing, then, maybe we are too. I think we take ourselves too seriously, don’t you? I mean, we’re just clouds. And I know even clouds cry, but doesn’t that just seem a bit silly when you’re laying on the right patch of grass? You know?”

She laughed and smiled sunflowers of affection to the dreamer next to her and murmured sweetly,
“Whatever you say baby.”

He glanced at her, dissapointed.
“you don’t believe in clouds too?”

“dear, I believe in you.”

He gazes, wonder sent, towards an orange peel horizon and sighs winter gales of understanding and regret;

“same thing love, same thing…now just open your mouth, open your ears, open your eyes, i want to get it all in there baby”

 

A string of words that say: THIS IS LIFE.

And so a chorus of Angels could sing to my ears and never repeat again…

is there angst in this phrase or just a passionate truth that the youth of this contemporary culture must come to terms with?

From one moment to the next our perceptions are being constantly bombarded with thoughts…new and old experiances come to mind and everything becomes multiplied, manifested…

How does our sensory stimuli stand for such attacks? The radio instrudes on the ear as commercials cry thier bastard bargains to the streets…

Graffiti passes a quick message says: “Te Quiero”

and i’m left wondering, “Where is Love?”

ART

Someone just said that the wood for fire was (for expression)

Passionate Love

Violent Hate

Crushing Sorrow

 

Writing is a route taken by the pen directed from the mind fueled by the fire of faith and feelings and whatever great fortunes that may come of it so be it: it was for the faith and not finance that one took to the pen.
Expression is by nature emotional in that we can not percieve without the mind…and the mind consists of neurons networked with the experiances obtained since the first seconds of birth to this second i type.
Expression is an articulation of what we deem “the universe”.
Expression is ART.
ART is a direct result from mans ability to think in the ABSRACT.

Battling Angst and Apathy with Art

Battling angst and apathy with my Art

with my heart. 

-Become a hero?

A legend?

A liar?

A lover?

a dirty mother fucker

hijo de puta malparido y concha

de tu madre?

 

 

¡AY QUE SABROZO ES LA VIDA!

                                                

 

I am Societys Cock-a-Roach

                          

The Essence of the Mind

 is perhaps greater than existence and time in that it is kin to art-

 in that it is capable of relating the past and future possibilities all within the inherent moment.  

                    

The old will more often than not revert back to their youthful days and think of how time has ravaged their reality. This ought not to be. Quite the contrary, time should ripen, not rape, the essence of the mind… since everyday is a chance to create.

 

 

 

                                                             This is my creed.

Christianity and structured religion exists and serves as a structure to give thanks to the ¨Élan Vital¨. Unfortunately it has also been manipulated to suite the needs of men. Oh well. I am not concerned with creating a manifesto against these woes. It has been done before and it will no doubt continue to be done so. It is political and I scoff at the word. I am involved in philosophy…in what ought to be. I will bear this responsibility with all of my will.

My will to live. My will to create.

The youth have an inherent lust for life. Our teeth are still white. If we let our mind wallow and retard our senses than disease of apathy will have overcome us. Then, and only then, does death have an excuse to justifiably enter our home of the heart.

Post-modern man has inherently become a ¨Renaissance Man¨ in that we are open to all types of inspiration. Our art is open to all forms of interpretation while communicating to no particular class.

                Caste systems are a way of the past. Financially speaking, yes, some may be better off or down under but the future vision of man is not concerned with finance but rather faith. And let it be known now: this faith I speak of is not related to the Christian faith nor any other deity type obsession. No. I am speaking of a faith directed to the essence of the mind.

               At birth we are presented with several alternatives to attach ones emotions and experiences. From then till death one may receive various amounts of considerable ¨callings.¨ We have no other alternatives but to dream of our future. We must then have faith that our desired goals will allow us to transcend all that has become mundane and insignificant: materialism, finance, and fabricated illusions.

               Upon this day in the 21st century man has exhausted these mediums and has begun to do away with these ideals. We, and I speak as a collective conscious, have begun to pursue a more passionate route to life. Take Rimbaud as an example if you wish. One only has to look to mankind’s progression of spirituality to attain understanding.

               In our western culture, the Greeks began our climb to faith by undertaking the significant task of giving the then contemporary man an image to pursue, that is, a role model of sorts. These inspirations were quite unlike our current understanding of God(s) in that they were given human characteristics and were held in part to the forces of nature.

               Fast forward to the Christian doctrines and structured religions in which ¨our savior¨ Jesus Christ is represented as a transcendental figure surpassing a human status. It is because of this supernatural nature attributed to an illusionary image that man has become a slave to symbols: we have engineered our perceptions to place a high emphasis on the mundane: the finance (the golden calf), the post-death experience (heaven) and even life itself has become an arduous task involving ethics, morals, and material possession.

This is not a treatise against these ideals, but rather an attempt that

brings to light contemporary existences methods of essence.

This has been the evolution of spirituality as we in the western realm have come to know. And I must now thank Jesus Christ, his disciples, and the Christian religion for introducing the idea of a transcendental being to the masses. It is within this construct that the ¨New Age¨ mentalities are beginning to pick up on.

                 Philosophy, an objective view of things both mind and soul has attempted to resolve the issues for quite some time now. The timeline of terms and proofs is extensive. However the essence of our ¨collective consciousness¨ needs not to be well versed in all these ideals in that they have become ingrained in the minds and teachings of all men and women alike. While some understand some things more than others we are continually and progressively evolving at current pace. Generations after generations man succeeds in experimenting, revolting, and thus evolving into the apparent norms.

In order for man to break free from his surroundings and advocated structured norms he must first be forced to rebel and accept that which comes with this lifestyle: alienation, excommunication, ridicule and banishment: societies cockroach. He is a lone soldier fighting for the freedoms the children of his generation will one day adhere to.

The world, not society, is his abode. He must believe in his faith, in his essence of the mind as that which is pushing for revolution. He abides by the rules of nature…of that which is cyclical. He is creating new ripples in the universe in hopes that they may be somehow and in someway be respected and repeated in and around contemporary reality.

From this thought society has understood the process and fundamental ideas art stands for.

ART IS A DIRECT RESPONSE FROM MANS ABILITY TO THINK IN THE ABSTRACT and thus, IS CAPABLE OF REPRESENTING THE PAST AND DEPICTING FUTURE POSSIBILITIES ALL WITHIN THE INHERENT MOMENT.

The Postmodern Renaissance Man must be compelled to create:

To broaden existences current essence and
expand upon the collective essence of the mind.