...right now
This BK skyline stays the same
Comforting, familiar
Outside of my window clouds paint
Welcome, sunset into
Living rooms
Pigments color the taste for change
Blue to burnt orange, periwinkle
Pink, hot, roaming as reflection
Darkness creeping beautifully
Subway passing constantly, above ground, behind me
Futuristic force lines catching windows facing me
Surround sound white noise
Day and night
Dynamically, the city breathes as me
Now the sky is...uniform, navy
Listen closely to the quotes spoken on some
French-English dictionary may be necessary
It asks, drift off and find, what's on your mind?
Walking through each song, like a stroll - tree-lined avenues
Brass bands with beats to spare
French-English dictionary may be necessary
It asks, drift off and find, what's on your mind?
Walking through each song, like a stroll - tree-lined avenues
Brass bands with beats to spare
Lights off
Lay down
Listen soft
Fall in love
1, 2, 3, 4:
I <3 Stephane Pompougnaccc
and I picture cruising lazily, hazily up a coastal highway,
wind blowing every which way,
my hair flying, sun shining, shades perched on tan skin,
eyes behind which twinkle like drops of happiness,
one hand steering,
one hand steering,
the other rhythmically careening,
running, floating, gliding like waves along music invading the fragrant 60mph air
And you know what? I'm glad nobody told me. 'Cause now I can deal with it like myself. Not someone else. Who had told me so.
Ohhhh no!
Fabulosity In Motion.
She. Rocks.
This video and song are AWESOME.
Pomplamoose -- Always In The Season
Pomplamoose -- Always In The Season
Goats at the end!!!
Ho-Lee-SHIT.
Mind Over Matter
Observing
Expecting
Resulting
Reacting
Reinterpreting
Retrograding
Restoring
Constructing
Concluding
Continuing
Commencing
Collecting
Unfolding
Understanding
Underestimating
Integrating
Controlling
Commanding
Conferring
Creating
Deploying
Destroying
Deciding
Colliding
Crossing
Connecting
Expanding
Convexly
Fluxing
Forgetting
Yet
Never Escaping
Unbroken
Unmolded
But Always
Reshaping
Renewing
Remaining
Wide Open
These Systems
A Token
The Matrix:
Bespoken
This video gives me the urge to launch into a full-out discourse on the process of creation (which I can't, won't; at least not here). Let me dabble though...
In my mind, I'm linking it to the creations I saw by Cai Guo-Qiang at the Gügg (pronounced goooog, that's Lx vernacular for Guggenheim) back in March. The intricate and wordlessly creative steps taken to achieve a physical representation of the limitless landscape of the unseen mind... mah mah mah... I love it.
Inspiration renders inspired inspiration. Toward creation. The question is, which came first? the Inspired, Inspirer or the Inspiree? What's what, who's who? As long as you're in the game, shouldn't that be all that counts? There's no beggining and no end, really. It's all just a chain-link fence stretching from one horizon to the next, chasing sunsets and sunrises, dawn and dusk capturing the moments of transition with sprays of subtle tones and hues. Shades and notes and hints of sound and tinged painterly strokes brought out of absolutely nowhere. And everywhere. Simultaneously. With a fluid motion that brings change witnessable only as an after-thought, if captured and retained. And if not, we always have tomorrow. It repeats. It's all about cycles, mama Earth lets this be known, at least to those looking for it, to those with open recesses. And then we try to re-acheive it from the blending of pigments from a tube. Or whatever your medium may be. Imitation is the highest form of flattery, they say. We should all be flattered. We 'artists'. Oh well. Let us all try to be the masters of our creation.
Inspiration renders inspired inspiration. Toward creation. The question is, which came first? the Inspired, Inspirer or the Inspiree? What's what, who's who? As long as you're in the game, shouldn't that be all that counts? There's no beggining and no end, really. It's all just a chain-link fence stretching from one horizon to the next, chasing sunsets and sunrises, dawn and dusk capturing the moments of transition with sprays of subtle tones and hues. Shades and notes and hints of sound and tinged painterly strokes brought out of absolutely nowhere. And everywhere. Simultaneously. With a fluid motion that brings change witnessable only as an after-thought, if captured and retained. And if not, we always have tomorrow. It repeats. It's all about cycles, mama Earth lets this be known, at least to those looking for it, to those with open recesses. And then we try to re-acheive it from the blending of pigments from a tube. Or whatever your medium may be. Imitation is the highest form of flattery, they say. We should all be flattered. We 'artists'. Oh well. Let us all try to be the masters of our creation.
And hopefully learn in the process that the fun comes when we let it take us over. The degree of which is entirely controllable. Or is it? By whom? Are we ever really in control? Maybe when we accept the possibility that the answer was and is and will always be no... The reigns then fall into our lap. At that crucial moment when our heads were turned towards the scenery riding by us, our noses deep into fragrant breaths of sweet airs. Apreciation shall always be rewarded, the act itself is inherently so, wouldn't you say? There are so many factors to consider when considering art and its origin, synthesis, release into the public domain. As many factors as there are people on this planet, would that be going too far? Yet every once and a while...
Grab a hold of the moment. At every moment. While still letting go, giving in to it. Maybe that's the secret to the skill of living. Yet skills imply pre-determined results. There's that control factor again. Curious. I am rattling on and on here. One pot (3 mini-tazza) of Italian caffè in the making in my veins...
I digress...Let this talkie do the talkin
I digress...Let this talkie do the talkin
And I find it entirely too funny that the user name of the person who uploaded this video is popefucker. The strangest things get me gigglin. Selectively Random is best.
