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.

The Cosmic and Copenhagen Interpretation

Schrödinger’s cat thought experiment illustrates the paradoxical nature of quantum mechanics: how can a cat be both live and dead? In short, it reveals the issues pertaining to the scientifically accepted idea of superpositioned states in combination to the natural world seen by the naked eye. While many interpretations of Quantum Mechanics exist, perhaps the most notable, is that of the Copenhagen Interpretation.

It is the writer’s opinion, his intuition and influence rather, by his previous philosophical studies, which allow him to resonate most agreeably with said interpretation. Indeed, within the Copenhagen interpretation it states that a system stops being a superposition of states and becomes either one or the other when an observation takes place. In relation to this experiment, this observation is merely a measurement, however, in relation to a knowing subject, much like the writer and the reader, this measurement is an observation.

As repetitive as it might seem one must give sufficient respect to what this scenario entails; what is the significance of such an observation? This significance implies both the ability to question and alter reality for if it were not for an observation there would be no reality.

Once again, the writer feels compelled to repeat the already stated to establish a proper understanding of what is acknowledgment, of what is observation, and what is reality. In accordance to what has been said and what the writer has studied it is evident to note that the significance of these simply repeated sentences reside within Schopenhauer’s definition and philosophy of the term will.
 
The purpose of physics in this case is to bring to the light the form in which this phenomena exists. Thus we return to the Copenhagen interpretation and Quantum physics. In regards to the double slit experiments we must now thank Neil Bohr and Werner Heisenberg for stepping beyond the realm of empirical observations and questioning through the form of mathematics and experimentations the essence of life.

Life, in all its many facets, for us, begins at the moment of conception. Our creation, thus (aside from the ecstasy of an orgasm which some fathom to be the ‘big bang’) begins in a moment of pure willing; semen swimming towards an egg striving to be an entity. It is important to note the resemblance between a beam of light and a sperm cell and touch upon the fact that between them both, a will is controlling and guiding the path our existence is founded on.

That is life and that is physics- this is them both:

Not only did the laboratory experiments of Neil and Heisenberg disclose the fact,
but the new theories predicted the consequences that:

Elementary particles are neither wave nor particle
(We are neither thought nor human)
Knowing the position of a particle,
(The position of our person in this moment with our knowledge and consciousness)

prevents us from knowing
(Where are we going? What are we doing?)
The direction and velocity,
That the very fact of detecting a small object, photon, or electron
(Thought!)
Passing through
(Life)
An apparatus by one
(Will)
Path or another can change the end result of
(Life)
The experiment when
(We)
That small entity
Reaches
(Reason of thought and will)
a detection screen.

The results of their own burgeoning understanding disoriented Bohr and Heisenberg.
And their results seemed to some people to indicate, for instance,
That the fact that a human being had
(Willed) &
Observed some event,
Changed the reality of an event.

“Our will changes the many possible realities which exist in the many-world interpretation of Quantum mechanics, for we are neither thought nor human but rather everything and everyone- the world exists as objects forming the basis of our perception forming a representation. These objects always exist in the relation to a subject, to us. Is this world nothing more than representation or is there something else? This something must be by its whole nature completely different from the representation, from the guidance of sciences and laws which merely combine objects & representations with one another. This something is a feeling, an energy, Odic Force, an elan vital, and a one unified soul.”

How do you live this life in accordance to what is thought to be right, moral and just?

Stoicism teaches us, the human freedom, the belief that virtue is all that is important to maintain a will that is in accord with nature. It teaches us the self control and fortitude as a means to overcome destructive and dark emotions; it is a philosophy that holds that becoming a clear and unbiased thinker allows one to understand the universal reason.

The universal entity that is: us.

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.

 

Inspired by a Blog, Inspiration for Life

How vain it is to sit down to write when you have not stood up to live.

-Henry David Thoreau-

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.

 

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?”

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!

                                                

 

Another Comment written for a writer

Sounds like love,
Sounds like life,
Sounds like someone in spite-
Sounds like a spirit whispering in the distance
Sounds like a Dream
Sounds like an attempt for a bitter ob.scene
Sounds like emotion,
Sounds like a writers distortion
                      Of time.

Time, tell me your stories…
Time, tell me your truths…
Time, tell me “Joder, are you used to this?”
Time, tell me of spain and distant pains
Tell me!
I want to know!
I want to live!
NOW!

Knowledge is carnage- it is creation.
The process of creation neccesitates destruction.
Read: Alchemy.

-Alvaro III

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.

A comment written

Oh Angst! Oh, Plato!
I am plagued with this angst of the unknown
                                                      in the cave
                                                      Shadows
                                                      The sun casts
                                                      Fear!, Faith!
                                                      I am Blind from
                                                     The light.
                                                     The truth.
I peer out the cave
On the ledge of life-

When do we walk out into wisdom?
         Is it with whiskey?
        With wet oceans, meditating?
        Is it with madness?

And need it all be so tragic?!
       Sing your songs!
             (to Shaekspere?)

                                          The greatest king of caves-
                                                                                      The Bard.