Sunday, May 29, 2011

i'm new here

two versions
of the same song

could it be that twins
are as convergent
and divergent as this?

could it be that music
was never meant
to emerge from one mouth
one pair of hands

that in its
own telling of the story of itself
it knows no map
to define its journey

follows no signposts
that don't lead away from itself

this song

the words of a man
sung by a man
acccompanied by a man

tell the story of the space
between who we are
and who we wish to be
and then of how
those places
are inseparable

my love to gil's family and friends and admirers who felt his wings as he flew away yesterday

with credits to "smog".

Sunday, May 15, 2011

with enough rain

these stones
placed as carefully as stones will allow

i can call each one
a day
a moment
an experience

i can imagine
each stone
has been placed
to contain the soil
of my self

with enough rain
those stones will bulge outwards
and collapse
revealing the rich world
they have so succesfully contained

Thursday, May 5, 2011

glitch too

the monotone thread
courses harshly through the braided
and woven
involuted edges
of music with
internal parabolas
that arc without meeting
and just as suddenly
and deliquesce

Brian Eno - glitch (taken from Drums Between The Bells)

Sunday, May 1, 2011


in the fragmented instant
a beauty reveals itself
the source image is destroyed

reinventing itself before our eyes
each tiny shape
a revelation
a painting

the whole
an unlikely gallery of possibilities