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Unity Amidst Chaos

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The Cicadas

And outside, cicadas pass their shrills,

as such to thwart the sound of shells

that swing and sway in wind to play

the chime of nature’s thrills.

They join in pairs, and amplify

beyond the screaming gulls up high

that soar across the ocean’s edge

in search of peace tonight.

Their strident rings pierce through the sky

But striking hymns sing solemn cries

to hollow shells, and silent spells

of those they left behind.

Time Lapse

His name is Patrik, he’s very tired

Age:25, and will expire

It’s twelve o’clock. It’s time for bed

               ‘But I’m so young…Please! Please!’ I pled.

My wrist was sore. He hit my watch!

It broke to pieces when we fought!

                I cried and cried out loud until

                She struck with might and aimed to kill.

Seconds could have been a week

                She then began to saw my feet

                And ripped them off right from my legs

                And buried them behind the shed

                But little did she really know

                The truth behind us haunted folk:

                We spare your life, but steal your mind

                And do the devil’s work through time.

I used to dance between bars,and could pitchmy way to anyman’s heart.But now I am one on two edges simultaneously,two lines that leavethe untrained lost.I’ve become half,and without my stave;a spec bereft of his clef,with no middle, see!I cry with minors,and scale five stories,only to fall back, flat.I do not want to dance anymore,but I miss the musicnote to self.

I used to dance 
between bars,
and could pitch
my way to any
man’s heart.

But now I am one 
on two edges 
simultaneously,
two lines that leave
the untrained lost.

I’ve become half,
and without my stave;
a spec bereft of his clef,
with no middle, see!

I cry with minors,
and scale five stories,
only to fall back, flat.

I do not want to dance anymore,
but I miss the music

note to self.

Seldom does a gem as such emerge
Floating in an orange glow of sunset surge
Bereft from all that guides our wills
Thus soaring far beyond earth’s finite thrills
Enraptured in a carelessness
That fastens earth to man, no less
Austerity then dissipates
For overwhelming blissfulness

Seldom does a gem as such emerge

Floating in an orange glow of sunset surge

Bereft from all that guides our wills

Thus soaring far beyond earth’s finite thrills

Enraptured in a carelessness

That fastens earth to man, no less

Austerity then dissipates

For overwhelming blissfulness

(via humblebumble)

 

Dear Home
—————
Your breath announces
a time to sit.
still.
and exhibit my utmost 
talents as a reckless sculpter.
And I may be fooled
by your clever ways,
but there’s no way that spoon
resembles a plane!
—————
Your heart does roar
in an evening spent 
aboard a ship
or leagues beneath.
Swimming safe with plastic
submarines, though dwarfed
by the evil rubber duck!
—————
Your skin is soft
like silk indeed,
tattooed in elegance;
flowers,
and pink sailing elephants.
—————
Your fingers jingle,
above my bed,
and twirl and turn,
while horses fly
with stars
and moons
and stars
and moons
and 
—————

Dear Home

—————

Your breath announces

a time to sit.

still.

and exhibit my utmost 

talents as a reckless sculpter.

And I may be fooled

by your clever ways,

but there’s no way that spoon

resembles a plane!

—————

Your heart does roar

in an evening spent 

aboard a ship

or leagues beneath.

Swimming safe with plastic

submarines, though dwarfed

by the evil rubber duck!

—————

Your skin is soft

like silk indeed,

tattooed in elegance;

flowers,

and pink sailing elephants.

—————

Your fingers jingle,

above my bed,

and twirl and turn,

while horses fly

with stars

and moons

and stars

and moons

and 

—————

(Source: never-explain-never-complain)


Dear Universe,

Though we shall never meet in person,
I have traveled you through pictures and
Words of heart.
 
 I have felt you
dictate times, and seize peoples from 
me without reserve.
 
 I have seen you unsettle worlds,
Yet embrace you into
Mine.

Dear Universe,

Until you hold to rearrange
This mess you’ve peppered in our sky,
I see your everythings, but
know nothing at all.


Dear Universe,


Though we shall never meet in person,

I have traveled you through pictures and

Words of heart.

 

I have felt you

dictate times, and seize peoples from

me without reserve.

 

I have seen you unsettle worlds,

Yet embrace you into

Mine.


Dear Universe,


Until you hold to rearrange

This mess you’ve peppered in our sky,

I see your everythings, but

know nothing at all.

(Source: -dash, via humblebumble)

Kaleidescopes of fortune

An endowing flux of gems
succeeding damage
forges coal
to copal

Kaleidescopes of fortune

An endowing flux of gems

succeeding damage

forges coal

to copal

(Source: humblebumble)

I wish to walk in fields

where time sees not the dark
of night,
and sunshine shadows stare
immobile
to permanent hues
in the horizon.

That blushing 
lowly glow,
effervescent in its modesty,
captures us into eternities
and paints this moment from
the static gold of standing canopies
to the crimson pink of stagnant grass.

I wish to walk in fields

where the world does 
selfishly ignore
the passages of time.

I wish to walk in fields

where time sees not the dark

of night,

and sunshine shadows stare

immobile

to permanent hues

in the horizon.

That blushing 

lowly glow,

effervescent in its modesty,

captures us into eternities

and paints this moment from

the static gold of standing canopies

to the crimson pink of stagnant grass.

I wish to walk in fields

where the world does 

selfishly ignore

the passages of time.

(Source: humblebumble)

Disintegration

You are slowly being destroyed. It’s imperceptible in the scheme of a day or a week or even a year, but you are aging, and your body is degrading. As your cells synthesize the very proteins that allow you to live, they also release free radicals, oxidants that literally perforate your tissue and cause you to grow progressively less able to perform as you did at your peak. By the time you reach 80, you will literally be full of holes, and though you’ll never notice a single one of them, you will inevitably feel their collective effect. Aging and degradation are forces of nature, functions of living, and understanding them can be as terrifying as it is gratifying.

It’s not the kind of thing you can say often, but I think William Basinski’s Disintegration Loops are a step toward that understanding— the music itself is not so much composed as it is this force of nature, this inevitable decay of all things, from memory to physical matter, made manifest in music. During the summer of 2001, Basinski set about transferring a series of 20-year-old tape loops he’d had in storage to a digital file format, and was startled when this act of preservation began to devour the tapes he was saving. As they played, flakes of magnetic material were scraped away by the reader head, wiping out portions of the music and changing the character and sound of the loops as they progressed, the recording process playing an inadvertent witness to the destruction of Basinski’s old music.

The process may be the hook for this sprawling four-disc set, but the loops themselves are stunning, ethereal studies in sound so fluid that the listener scarcely registers the fact that it’s nothing but many hundreds of repetitions of a brief, simple loop that they’re hearing. I imagine that life within the womb might sound something akin to these slowly swelling, beauteous snatches of orchestral majesty and memory-haze synthesizer. The pieces are uniformly consonant, embellished with distant whalesong arpeggios and echoing percussion.

In essence, Basinski is improvising using nothing so much as the passage of time as his instrument, and the result is the most amazing piece of process music I’ve ever heard, an encompassing soundworld as lulling as it is apocalyptic. A piece may begin bold, a striking, slow-motion slur of ecstatic drone, and in the first minute, you will notice no change. But as the tape winds on over the capstans, fragments are lost or dulled, and the music becomes a ghost of itself, tiny gasps of full-bodied chords groaning to life amid pits of near-silence. Some decay more quickly and violently than others, surviving barely 15 minutes before being subsumed by silence and warping, while the longest endures for well over an hour, fading into a far-off, barely perceptible glow.

There is another, eerier chapter to the story of the Disintegration Loops— that Basinski was listening to the playbacks of his transfers as the attacks of September 11th unfolded, and that they became a sort of soundtrack to the horror that he and his friends witnessed from his rooftop in New York that day, a poignant theme for the cataclysmic editing of one of the world’s most recognizable skylines. Removed from the context of that disaster and transposed into the mundane world we live in every day, The Disintegration Loops still wield an uncanny, affirming power. It’s the kind of music that makes you believe there is a Heaven, and that this is what it must sound like.

This glaring eye without it’s shaderiddled patch it hath, and then thus madedeception of mine castles in the sky:a knight’s bright mail that glitters high.Grapeshot sand through cardboard black,Held up to what darkness lacks:A thousand halls of dibbled brightCounterfeit a star-filled night.My dreams of shining stars and moonsframed throughout this papered gloomsuccumb and fade to piercing liesof optic shimmers in the sky.When one dost be so fooledby the trick I pricked so cruelyield thine eyes into deceit:thy galaxy was but a cheat!

This glaring eye without it’s shade
riddled patch it hath, and then thus made
deception of mine castles in the sky:
a knight’s bright mail that glitters high.

Grapeshot sand through cardboard black,
Held up to what darkness lacks:
A thousand halls of dibbled bright
Counterfeit a star-filled night.

My dreams of shining stars and moons
framed throughout this papered gloom
succumb and fade to piercing lies
of optic shimmers in the sky.

When one dost be so fooled
by the trick I pricked so cruel
yield thine eyes into deceit:
thy galaxy was but a cheat!

(Source: moonlightcity, via humblebumble)