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.

 

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.

 

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.

The Essence of Family and Freinds

            There is nothing quite as sweet and simple as spending with faithful companions such as family and freinds: it is truly a blessing. And let it be known: i use the word faithful to imply the fact that in the presence of such people one feels significantly more essential. I am bringing back the importance of defintions: i am deciding to enlighten myself on the pleasure of accuracy.

            Perhaps it is that these people, whether they be newfound strangers which welcome you in thier homes shaking with a firm hand insisting on comfort, or family from birth that provide you with love, the result is the same: faith. I speak of faith in the sense that its essence attributes not only to your overall well being but to your accumalated worth: your essence

           Essence is a term that signifies not only what the metaphysics call “the soul” but also what you as this human experiance has managed to understand and, essentially, undertake as a responsibility…It is a responsibility of the mind to perceive both matter and time and formulate existence, and thus essence is best understood in your entire connection to the term consciousness.

        What are you then concious of? The answer is essence, of self-worth and understanding, knowledge- of your experiances both in and out the mind. Acknowleding the essence of the self is perhaps one of the most important and essential aspects of Man.

       In the same way a musician relates his essence to a fretboard and plays upon certain tones and sounds, human beings must also play upon the hearts of others. Our vocal chords speak and communicate stringing together sounds to formulate coherent thoughts derived from the mind- this is the essence of the mind.

       Let this not be confused with the essence of the self. Although they are similiar in nature and highly relevant to eathother, they are both independent in that they unique aspects which attribute to our understanding of the phenomena of being…of us as entity-beings. It is easiest to understnading this by believing in that memorable feeling of faith…

       And thus we return to our family and freinds. How obvious it is to you I do not know, but we can speak genetically and say that our mothers and fathers, sisters and brothers, even strangers and the unknown pose some relevance to our essence. As relatives at a thanksgiving dinner one could perhaps feel the self being much more vibrant and alive. It is in this awesome power of love and faith that humans exist most happily.

      What is the purpose of life? I believe the universe exists as a perpetual cycle of intricate both complex and individual creations as small as a pebble or tall as a rock- it is as varied as the shells by the sea. The purpose of life is to create.

      The universe, life and its many facets is like an endless ocean bursting with waves and energy with no end going beyond the shore. The sky and sea are tied together and physics can state the states: our human eye perceives solids, liquids, and air- we are a collective jumble of Jargon and we listen to Jung or Freud or our fathers or mothers, our sisters and brothers, our teachers and enemies alike.

      The universe is then perhaps just a constant flow of inspiration that determines its dynamic energy in an endless manner. Take music for example: it is a metaphor for what is constantly fluctuating around us: frequencies both high and low, good and bad, major and minor, black and white, hate and love-

Life for the human mind is emotions just as it is essential and this is how we perceive.

        And so let it be known: Live.