Saturday, October 23, 2010
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
On Going (A Correspondence)
Figgy:
Ring:
Figgy:
Carmody:
Figgy:
Midmonth Jane, your winteriest maharishis in cadaveric redux--from the sick room float loaner honeybuns (stenographically), or if you prefer, (thermocurrently) quinces.
Ring:
Coincidence. When two ducks' tear ducts collide, while in a "Safety in Somberness" symposium line.
Figgy:
Sweetly Schultz, soot-sneaking rings round the chambermaids' doorknobs (or, if you prefer, base-stealing bobbysoxers by the back-biting blearies), precipitates pastures for our bloomiest dew-eyed downies.
Carmody:
halfoctober gert autumbnication thoughsleep drifting despite death get wellsoon and make friends with your own hominybees friends by paying close attention to their language. i have to go knock on a door and ask if i can pick their quicnes before they all fall off in the frost.
Figgy:
Oh, pilgrim pomes, and how the hemianopsic hominybees doth pollinate the blind blossoms of visionary fields, in the deafening dawn of sundogged days!
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Sunday, October 10, 2010
abstract sound
Space is within the body as well as around it; in other words, the body is in the space and the space is in the body. This being the case, the sound of the abstract is always going on within, around and about man. Man does not hear it as a rule, because his own consciousness is entirely centered in his material existence. Man becomes so absorbed in his experiences in the external world through the medium of the physical body that space, with all its wonders of light and sound, appears to him blank.
- from "The Mysticism of Sound and Music" Hazrat Inayat Khan
