Friday, September 18, 2009

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Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Remixing the Science of Rhythm

Remixing the Science of Rhythm


To be interpreted and bathed in the light.
To power- To PoWer -To Power -up – up- up –Up
to become-
To Become one –one with the flow-one within the mix-
To become -the Beep
-the beep –to become -Buddha-Buddha-become the -beep-beep Buddah-the Beep
Bath me in light –in power—in power and in the Beep-the beep
take a step- take a beep –a beep -a step-a step
A step –outside of yourself- step-step-step
The whole path lasts no longer than one step at a time.
One step --- one step—one beep—One--One singular sensation

The Fight –
the Fight is against- against one--- one-track minds.
Against one-track minds
The fight against one
One - the self- the eye and the I.
Hearing –Seeing –finding – the one.
Bathed in the light –we bask in metaphors- we bask in the –the –the the make-believe –the magic-we believe in the beeps –the beep and the beeps to the boops-transform-transformative-
Transform Buddha
Clap your hands to the beat the beat
The beat of one --—clap-step- clap –step –clap –clap to the beat
Of the beat -- the beat -theBeat -The BEAT OF ONE-
Bypass the real- get busy- get busy-get the beat
Get the light-The light –the light and keep it hot—hot –keep the beep hot!
The bridge of light- - THE LIGHT ----------------------------------to
Darkness-To Darkness---to the underworld- to the Un world – and to the Un Word--
To The Beep -- The BEEP
Do mountains speak the truth? Are you with the flow? Are you within your own temple and are your divinities in effect?
-- Miracle---- Cosmic -- the miracle of the cosmic acceptance
cosmic IMAGERY---------cosmic Seemingly of space and time---------
Of Freedom----------Imagery--------To the Beep to the -Beep

Within this light we bathe in –we begin to see- we see the beep--------we see A portrait of Picasso -a portrait of the beep– of Napoleon –of the beat-of Buddha-of the Beep
A portrait Of the Now - - The Now - The Now is Here- Here is the Now
Photographic- visceral- effect -resemblance
And Now Actively repeat it all
Photographic –visceral- effect -resemblance -Photographic -visceral effect -resemblance
Picasso Picasso-Steal-Steal-Buddha -Buddha-Space-space-Light-Light-JohnCage- John Cage John Jasper- Jasper Johns
John john john Jon Jon and time
Time Running
Running-Running to the illusion
Illusion-Imagery-the eyes of semen on a blank computer scene
Imagery- the eyes of seamen on a blank page
Imagery of the eyes seeing men on a blank canvas
Runnin to the Future of eyes and I’s- the Future of Beeps- beeps-boops-and beeps
The Future of software-hardware-womanWare-shareware-MensWare- NoWhere-
Running Towards Nowhere
Running Towards -Darkness – darkness to light-
light to Darkness-Bath in the light -die in the Darkness

The fight against darkness.
The fight of The one –the self – the eye and the I
Expand—feel-expanD and FeEl.
Expand and feel -–expand- feel - and
FEEL - feel the beep
Feel the BEAT. Feel the fight.-The fight is beat.
Code is beat - Digital is beat- Science is Beat -Rhythm is Beat
God is Beat -Buddha is Beat
Memory is Beat –The global level being crystallized is beat -Electro-chemical Clustering of the geographic It or selve or I is beat – the suburban Kid who joined the Taliban is beat-
darkness is Beat- the beep –the beep is beat-the beep -God -the light –nowhere- one -
-one God -transform -running -falling -John Cage -god -Buddha -Darkness -the he and -the she -my chicken- my chair -my hope –--------------my BeAt-the BeAt –a BeAt the Beep- Beep and the Beep
The Make shift butcher’s apron –The open
- open –open- open the BEAt.
Open the Beat and take #9-#9-#9
Take our history-
For What is left in the future Years?
Is it our identity ?
Didn’t you hear it –it- It- IT- -It is our true self ----It is Green ---It is self-it is I and the eye traveling towards its Death.
It -the what –it-----the ---------------- the -the --the Beat. --------The Beat.

Hey professor-
What’s another name it –for--for Pirate Treasure -- Why its—its –its - Booty----- Booooty.
It’s the Beat. It’s the self. It’s the I and the eye.
It’s all that is beat

Cyber space pirates are Beat - Transforming God is Beat- Not expaaanding is Beat
Beat is the Dictionary - The French ARE BEAT- Language is Beat-
A Deep Sense of fragmentation is Beat -Buddha is beat –it’s all so much .

There’s so much much much
So much So Much
………much So much ---Shit.
Your memory just implodes -implodes
They have commanded and conquered our consciousness ------------and our unconsciousness ------our space -our space -our light -our light our God -our Buddha -our self -our self –
Our self and our I.
Lost is our –our self- our structure -------------Towards the infinite towards the beep –the beep
Imagination -The imagination. The light. The Buddha. The imagination
The Imagination is GoD - God is Imagination
Without Imagination – EVERYTHING IS EMPTY - EVERYTHING IS EMPTY -EVERYTHING IS EMPTY -EVERYTHING IS ----
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------empty.
And then we loop -we loop- we loop-we beep-we beep-we loop----
We circle- we loop- we loop
We loop Back
Back to our ancestors --back to the beginning
Back to ------Back to-----
Back to the original flow –back into the mix-
Back To be interpreted and bathed in the light
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Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Persona

Text by Kathy Acker
http://www.hollowcreature.no/pers_e.htm

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Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Elements in Style Remix

THE REVEAL

This morning around 8 o’clock I was late so I had to run through the woods to catch the S bus. The bus was incredibly packed and barely a seat available, but luckily I was able to find one. I sit down and I notice in front of me sat a large brown bear with an elongated neck. On top of this abnormally tall and slender bear was a small yellow hat. This was a rather odd occurrence for I had never ridden a bus with such a peculiar creature. The upsetting part was this bear seemed to have a problem with the rather mousy lady next to him and kept pawing at her. The lady became irate at the bear, gets up, and finds another seat in the back of the bus.
The funny thing was, later that afternoon I see the same bear in front of Saint-Lazare talking to a five foot tall pig and to my surprise it was no real bear at all. A button had fallen off the back of his suit revealing a noticeably older gentleman pretending to be a bear.
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Borges Remix

Borges , Myself, a Wolf, a Rabbit, a Pig , a Bear and I Remix

It is times like today, I wonder if I am the same as I believe I am. I question if there is a real self inside and about my others. Is it not true that we all have our animal selves? For are we not all made of many? As I find myself in an empty room I grunt, howl, snort, and coo to my other selves and always there is a reply. I leave the white washed walls and hear the sounds of many composites from my past, my future and our present. How do I declare myself human when I feel more animal than material. Are we real or is this imagined? I wander the forest and I momentarily pause, frozen , noticing that I am no longer of this same head and mind, but I find myself in a leg-raised stance, pissing on all that is now mine. I am starving for meat, for flesh, for the opportunity of carnal pleasure. I search the horizon looking for my young red cloaked treat, my loins on fire for she is all I desire. This is a thirst that is not of my own. And where are my brothers? My head is filled with screams. Where are they? It is not difficult for me to admit that myself- the wolf is only one of many. I am also rabbit. I shit two distinct types of feces: hard droppings and soft black pellets, the latter of which I immediately eat. And with my seed I seek to produce many. Yet the sacs of the rabbit self are barren. The only crowd is the company of my many others, locked in the hourglass behind my inner door. It is not me that creates for I am nothing. I am obese, filthy, gluttonous, and with the stench of disgust. I feed on garbage, rotting carcasses, dead insects and I have even eaten my own young. If this is me behind this mask then I must ask myself what is the mask under my flesh. I recognize myself not of this, not in my creation, but in these animals. I will not run away, for I can smell that you are out there. It is “I” that feels suddenly sleepy. I shall feed on what I may, find shelter and awake next spring.

I do not know which one of us will return.
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