Happy Valentine's Day
Yesterday was Friday the 13th
did I where a mask?
did I where a Valentine's mask?
Hobbyhorse
in the dark
I stepped on a cymbal and made it inside out
Kermit shroud
It's a massive birdy
tangraming on a wire
whistleable vault
whispers stand on chairs
they were listening
stuck in a glowing cave
the beautiful little man plays and sings
February 28, 2009
February 27, 2009
Famous Love Letter
I would not touch your face with my hand
I would touch it with the cool white flat of a turnip half
encased in a tennis ball half
so it looks from the outside
like a tennis ball has gone half of the way through your cheek
that's a new way to kiss
and I place a tinfoil hat atop your head
and you are posing for a very short movie
of you staying still
looking at the inside of your eyelids
and feeling the cross section in your mind
I would not stand on the wall
you can and do not
we are lying on the grass
all the king's horses and all the king's men are looking for us
but they are standing on us
they are weightless
I would not break the ice
along the edge of the diver's mask
frozen lung pairs cooled into submission
and a party of loons in the floating caboose
glowing along the distance
a staring crab necklace
locked in time shortly to drown
in library display
I love the ice
I would touch it with the cool white flat of a turnip half
encased in a tennis ball half
so it looks from the outside
like a tennis ball has gone half of the way through your cheek
that's a new way to kiss
and I place a tinfoil hat atop your head
and you are posing for a very short movie
of you staying still
looking at the inside of your eyelids
and feeling the cross section in your mind
I would not stand on the wall
you can and do not
we are lying on the grass
all the king's horses and all the king's men are looking for us
but they are standing on us
they are weightless
I would not break the ice
along the edge of the diver's mask
frozen lung pairs cooled into submission
and a party of loons in the floating caboose
glowing along the distance
a staring crab necklace
locked in time shortly to drown
in library display
I love the ice
February 19, 2009
Reindeer
She may feel shunned, looked at sideways, thinks she deserves it
yet at the end of her D day
if it's a very good D day and many of them are
(every day is D day)
(all glass candlestick holders eventually explode)
She is an arch reflection off the water
bug-like Pisces/furniture incarnate/rain on snow on a tin roof
minnow-mimicking uncharted depths
bellybutton nipple-high-ward
spider dotting on hands and feet
four didactic pivot points along the numb ceramic labium
yet too hot to herself into drop
the four pots of boiled water
the four winds of Chaos
the artifacts of the present
the diluted spoils of everything
(window glass melts a wavy figure)
she loves
lavender oil steam
she loves
yet at the end of her D day
if it's a very good D day and many of them are
(every day is D day)
(all glass candlestick holders eventually explode)
She is an arch reflection off the water
bug-like Pisces/furniture incarnate/rain on snow on a tin roof
minnow-mimicking uncharted depths
bellybutton nipple-high-ward
spider dotting on hands and feet
four didactic pivot points along the numb ceramic labium
yet too hot to herself into drop
the four pots of boiled water
the four winds of Chaos
the artifacts of the present
the diluted spoils of everything
(window glass melts a wavy figure)
she loves
lavender oil steam
she loves
Electricity
she flossed and brushed too much again
her gums are gum
she it E.T.
her body is wet cement stuck to a sweaty bed
this is a hissy toxin sweat
I think of a high school visit to a weird Boston friend
where a glazz guitar broke (its headstock)
her forehead is also primate
she is thick red
she puts a ruler in her mouth
from her back tooth to her front tooth
21 inches
she is almost 30 years old
she has lived in the small cabin house for over a year
but blown candles still smell happy birthday
her legs are 6 sweaty feet long
stretched on the off-white comforter
she thought she'd hurt her toenails
but they had black candle wax stuck to them
her teeth are swords
clean tooth swords, a clenched sword set
that likes to visit the sword collection
at an Edinburgh castle museum
they sent her a postcard
ELECTRICITY TOOTHBRUSH
she thinks of one of her first times on pot
with close friends
she thought the weird little cabin house
(not at all her current one)
was a vessel
floating through the sky
so did everyone
the kind of teeth you want to sink into a stale roll
now she sleeps in the roof
it is really like that
when she weighs 5000 pounds
those 5000 pounds are floating
she is old
long in the tooth
one tooth can be 7 feet long
they hollowed out one of her teeth and made it into a canoe
they floated it down the connecticut river
before the settlers arrived
they used their imaginations
it's fun for her to think about the people
concentrating... floating
in the canoe made from her tooth
because it was still in her mouth
and she was somewhere else
SCRIBBLE YOUR TEETH
she saw her shadow in the future
floating over an altitude sickness meter
it was off the scales
she felt fine
they had built a city on some of her teeth
it was a good city
sustainable
when the city got tired of being on her teeth
it went away
THEY FIZZ AND BLISS
there's a carbon statue of her teeth
it is made of dust
she brushes it into the stove
it floats out the chimney
it settles on the snow
horses eat it
horse don't brush their teeth
her gums are gum
she it E.T.
her body is wet cement stuck to a sweaty bed
this is a hissy toxin sweat
I think of a high school visit to a weird Boston friend
where a glazz guitar broke (its headstock)
her forehead is also primate
she is thick red
she puts a ruler in her mouth
from her back tooth to her front tooth
21 inches
she is almost 30 years old
she has lived in the small cabin house for over a year
but blown candles still smell happy birthday
her legs are 6 sweaty feet long
stretched on the off-white comforter
she thought she'd hurt her toenails
but they had black candle wax stuck to them
her teeth are swords
clean tooth swords, a clenched sword set
that likes to visit the sword collection
at an Edinburgh castle museum
they sent her a postcard
ELECTRICITY TOOTHBRUSH
she thinks of one of her first times on pot
with close friends
she thought the weird little cabin house
(not at all her current one)
was a vessel
floating through the sky
so did everyone
the kind of teeth you want to sink into a stale roll
now she sleeps in the roof
it is really like that
when she weighs 5000 pounds
those 5000 pounds are floating
she is old
long in the tooth
one tooth can be 7 feet long
they hollowed out one of her teeth and made it into a canoe
they floated it down the connecticut river
before the settlers arrived
they used their imaginations
it's fun for her to think about the people
concentrating... floating
in the canoe made from her tooth
because it was still in her mouth
and she was somewhere else
SCRIBBLE YOUR TEETH
she saw her shadow in the future
floating over an altitude sickness meter
it was off the scales
she felt fine
they had built a city on some of her teeth
it was a good city
sustainable
when the city got tired of being on her teeth
it went away
THEY FIZZ AND BLISS
there's a carbon statue of her teeth
it is made of dust
she brushes it into the stove
it floats out the chimney
it settles on the snow
horses eat it
horse don't brush their teeth
February 15, 2009
How I Work
I'm having a dream. I've dreamt it once before. I'm editing sound files. I can not see graphical representations of the waveforms. All that I can see is the darkness on the insides of my eyelids. I'm focusing on the part of my brain that is between and just behind my eyes. Because I know precisely where in my brain I've placed each sound file, I can manipulate them without actually seeing them.
The primary sound file is eight measures of six beats long and it is grouped into four two measure phrases. There are four secondary sound files, each two measures long and corresponding to one of the four two measure phrases. The primary file is a dense stereo mix which I must have prepared earlier. It features acoustic guitar arpeggios and sped up double-tracked singing. The file is churning with some combination of stereo time/pitch effects, like a thick flangey chorus whose depth and speed are partially controlled by the sound's own envelope. There are also shimmering delay/plate effects on an extreme high-pass of the vocals mostly showing itself on the letters s and t.
The secondary files are comprised of the same basic elements as the primary but in counterpoint. The voices are a harmony part with some words left out and some rhythms changed. The guitars are softer and brittle, maybe unamplified electric guitars, and they are picking out upper extensions, adding red, orange, and yellow to the chords. The secondaries' effects clouds are more summer cicada and vaguely scary on their own.
I have placed each secondary in its proper starting place along the primary. I am highlighting and deleting various amounts of the beginnings of the secondaries. This shifts them back in time a little, changing their relationship with the primary. The real excitement in all this, the reason I'm trying out these simple edits over and over for hours, lies in the fact that the relationship between prime and second files is mysteriously complex and always changing. The tiniest phase adjustment can create completely new modulation effects which are not limited to or bound by any area or idea of sound. It is as if the files are the bits of coloured glass in a kaleidoscope, with the slightest turn of the sound-optic barrel a completely new array of morphing crystals grows.
I know that I can play this euphoric game for as long as I'd like to. It won't go away. Really, it’s just practice. Tomorrow I will quickly and easily recreate this situation with real sound files that I can see on my computer.
February 7, 2009
slowmo lifting of the prismatic veil
surrealistic dysmorphia
saga deaf trip planning past apocalypse
echo snap whip snap redshift shift
rotating house of mirrors
living the living spectrum redreaming dream
how was I to know
the half unshoveled roof snow spied from my bed's window
would make a perfect moonbow tree shadow only once
but worth my whole life's sorrows
again
saga deaf trip planning past apocalypse
echo snap whip snap redshift shift
rotating house of mirrors
living the living spectrum redreaming dream
how was I to know
the half unshoveled roof snow spied from my bed's window
would make a perfect moonbow tree shadow only once
but worth my whole life's sorrows
again
February 3, 2009
February 1, 2009
The Stage
composite silent movies
layer color forms
arranged figure combinations
Harpo Muybridge Marx
we are not play actors
seasonal spirit workers
disappearing reappearing ink
horse camera string synthesizer
prepared prepared player piano players play prepared player pianos perfectly
you can say it to yourself when you need to remember
PPPPPPPPPPPPP
Conlon's Equation of Metallic Reiteration
casting no shadow on the keyboard
outdoor stage lighting
provides the kaleidoscope breakfast cereal
delicious at all hours
we are not the chandelier food company
in the sickeningly melty plastic reality
the brightest orange you ever tasted in the back of your throat
tinsel haired
strutting on the matte black plywood
I don't play a cat version of myself
swinging my plush inanimate tail in circles
smirking over my shoulder at you and at the half empty cluster of lawn chairs
layer color forms
arranged figure combinations
Harpo Muybridge Marx
we are not play actors
seasonal spirit workers
disappearing reappearing ink
horse camera string synthesizer
prepared prepared player piano players play prepared player pianos perfectly
you can say it to yourself when you need to remember
PPPPPPPPPPPPP
Conlon's Equation of Metallic Reiteration
casting no shadow on the keyboard
outdoor stage lighting
provides the kaleidoscope breakfast cereal
delicious at all hours
we are not the chandelier food company
in the sickeningly melty plastic reality
the brightest orange you ever tasted in the back of your throat
tinsel haired
strutting on the matte black plywood
I don't play a cat version of myself
swinging my plush inanimate tail in circles
smirking over my shoulder at you and at the half empty cluster of lawn chairs
Blurbird
the page is a plate
a glossy painting
depicting the same bird in variously insane positions
clinging to an orientationally ambiguous ocean of shrubbery
globe composition
bird landmasses
chaotically ripped from a dinosaur supercontinent
wings any which way
magnetic migratory scramble
M. C. Escher, we warblered you
the bird at the bottom is positively upside down
entirely
best viewed taped to the potter's wheel
very realistic
the bird blur
a glossy painting
depicting the same bird in variously insane positions
clinging to an orientationally ambiguous ocean of shrubbery
globe composition
bird landmasses
chaotically ripped from a dinosaur supercontinent
wings any which way
magnetic migratory scramble
M. C. Escher, we warblered you
the bird at the bottom is positively upside down
entirely
best viewed taped to the potter's wheel
very realistic
the bird blur
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