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".

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

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

coalesce

and deliquesce

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

glitch

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