who knows how "it" works.....i was at a noisy birthday party last night....the extremely loud Turkish belly dancing music, playing at 100db, transformed into even louder disco inferno pounding, to which the veins in my temples pulsed in ever-increasing pain, my eardrums doubling in agony.....the louder the music, the more senselessly involved the party participants became, and.....actually to my surprise.....the inter-relatedness and synchronicity of unconscious longings seemed to prevail...even more than in a relaxed atmosphere! At some levels, individuals, couples and groups sought some kind of mass and hysterical type of sensory union in the mosh pit vortex of pulsing rhythms; as the peak of this frenzy approached, i jumped from my chair and bolted through the door to the relative peaceful isolation of a deck, crowded with cigarette and pot smokers, drinkers and others, like myself, who were simply overwhelmed by sensation, and nerves on edge, sought the refuge of silence......later, as I re-emerged into the chaotic frenzy of mass belly dancing and, for the less creative, an encompassing circle of structured line-dancers attempting to senslessly duplicate exacting patterns of Jewish/Greekish swooping and sweeping about the mass of jumping, expressive children high on youth and middle-aged women, encouraged by alcohol and exhibitionism, flirting and cavorting with total strangers......as the music reduced to simply, regular and even louder pounding, massively configured men began to dance and romp, jumping and shouting......A riot of communal enthusiasm which filled me with a panicky sense of out-of-controlness and exasperative and delusional mass participation.......i had a vision of great apes, fiercely shaking tree limbs, then joining a pack to devour the offspring of neighboring groups of benobos......then, it was over......my mind shut down, the music was masked by my unwillingness to delve further into this collective chaos, as deafened, I departed into the calm, black night, devoid of sounds.....the ringing in my ears separating me from the rest of the Cosmos.......In the black sky, the stars, twinkled......silently.....Saturday, September 26, 2009
PSYCHOBABBLE
who knows how "it" works.....i was at a noisy birthday party last night....the extremely loud Turkish belly dancing music, playing at 100db, transformed into even louder disco inferno pounding, to which the veins in my temples pulsed in ever-increasing pain, my eardrums doubling in agony.....the louder the music, the more senselessly involved the party participants became, and.....actually to my surprise.....the inter-relatedness and synchronicity of unconscious longings seemed to prevail...even more than in a relaxed atmosphere! At some levels, individuals, couples and groups sought some kind of mass and hysterical type of sensory union in the mosh pit vortex of pulsing rhythms; as the peak of this frenzy approached, i jumped from my chair and bolted through the door to the relative peaceful isolation of a deck, crowded with cigarette and pot smokers, drinkers and others, like myself, who were simply overwhelmed by sensation, and nerves on edge, sought the refuge of silence......later, as I re-emerged into the chaotic frenzy of mass belly dancing and, for the less creative, an encompassing circle of structured line-dancers attempting to senslessly duplicate exacting patterns of Jewish/Greekish swooping and sweeping about the mass of jumping, expressive children high on youth and middle-aged women, encouraged by alcohol and exhibitionism, flirting and cavorting with total strangers......as the music reduced to simply, regular and even louder pounding, massively configured men began to dance and romp, jumping and shouting......A riot of communal enthusiasm which filled me with a panicky sense of out-of-controlness and exasperative and delusional mass participation.......i had a vision of great apes, fiercely shaking tree limbs, then joining a pack to devour the offspring of neighboring groups of benobos......then, it was over......my mind shut down, the music was masked by my unwillingness to delve further into this collective chaos, as deafened, I departed into the calm, black night, devoid of sounds.....the ringing in my ears separating me from the rest of the Cosmos.......In the black sky, the stars, twinkled......silently.....
Thursday, September 24, 2009
8 seconds, both hands
Monday, September 14, 2009
Sunday, September 13, 2009
altered dispositions
"the meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed." karl jung
we are attracted to our complimentary component......those who feel deficient are attracted to more, since their sense of inadequacy places them into a void into which everything rushes as to a vacuum or a black hole......
Already the sight, little by little, becomes detached
from its mounts which are left;
and my eyes, delayed by the fresh mountains,
from its mounts which are left;
and my eyes, delayed by the fresh mountains,
scour the liked ground, my heart, retained
in the context of its wounds,
after all the ground has disappeared.
after all the ground has disappeared.
I see, finally, the near-distant sea and sky......
Lucidity by Beth Quist
Saturday, September 12, 2009
"the meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed." karl jung
we are attracted to our complementary component......those who feel deficient are attracted to more, since their sense of inadequacy places them into a void into which everything rushes as to a vacuum or a black hole......
Already the sight, little by little,
becomes detached from its mounts which are left;
and my eyes, delayed by the fresh mountains, scour the liked ground,
My heart, retained in the context of its wounds,
after all the ground has disappeared.
I see, finally, only the sea and sky......
we are attracted to our complementary component......those who feel deficient are attracted to more, since their sense of inadequacy places them into a void into which everything rushes as to a vacuum or a black hole......
Already the sight, little by little,
becomes detached from its mounts which are left;
and my eyes, delayed by the fresh mountains, scour the liked ground,
My heart, retained in the context of its wounds,
after all the ground has disappeared.
I see, finally, only the sea and sky......
THE TIGHT WIRE ACT BEHIND THE CURTAINS
i thought you'd like some dark ditty grace jones video, but nyet!~ watch your balance....alkan/chopin....lewenthal/rubenstein...get my drift?.....the dark side possesses powerful polarities and dangerous juju...how fucking polonial of me...but i'm not lurking behind a velvet curtain...."whups!"....he says, slipping on the magic carpet......and flipping the interdimensional coin to the obverse.......caligula/K'ang Hsi ...let's get some pics of fluffy kittens and easter chicks.........how about some "tweety bird and sylvester" anime? i have a supportive hand....i know about the highwire......having suffered much damage in falls....once you've taken away the net, you're on...
