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.

A Thought

Sing songs without speech,

with just a simple OHM——

 

A buddhist sits still for hours on end,

repeating the same frequency: OHM

 

and some could say that’s just the fundamental tone to all truths- the greatest teacher man could ever have: existence-

and some could say it’s Christ,

some could say God

or the “elan vital”

People say a lot of things. Not enough of them sit still and listen though.

Have you ever heard water rushing down a mountain or a strong breeze?

as if life was breathing all around you?

Have you ever heard the highway cars glide like a great sudden movement of man and notice how it al happens to sound the same?

There is energy in existence, of that I am sure.

I am sure there has been a past, and the peoples of those times have said something, sang songs and left certain truths more evident for us. I’m also sure some sort of future is possible. Theres a lot of oppurtunities to act on.

But of all the things, the most certain of all things is this inherent present. It is in this time that action is only possible. Now is the oppurtunity. Now is time. Now is truth. Now. Now. Now.

 

Where is God? Who is God?

It isin’t a person.

It isin’t in a poem.

or even in a phrase.

He isin’t in a book

nor has he written one.

I don’t think he’s left us any promises

and i don’t even think it’s a He.

 

I could think a lot of things. But of what i’m most sure is of that which i hear-

in what I see, feel and believe.

 

I have faith.

I am fortunate enough to fathom such an impossible term.

 

People tell me a lot of things.

Sometimes i just shrug, smile, and sing.

There’s not much else that makes me happy except singing and dancing.

 

I heard Dylan say in an interview this one time that he was a song-and-dance-man. Someone asked him what that meant. He said there wasn’t enough time to go into that. I believe him.

 

Music is the greatest metaphor we have for life.

Even in silence can one hear nature singing.

 

Dippanka or some buddhist or another asked his mentor what life was or something.

 

It is the roaring silence of a diamond.

 

and when i think of things like that, well, this little blue earth becomes a part of something so much bigger than space and time. and that’s probably the most universal truth i can think of right now.

 

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?”