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Wild tide.

Kehlsteinhaus

unleashes kin
hunkiest shale
sulk is heathen

thin husk leash
silk hush eaten
i nuke healths

Smiling Faces Sometimes.

I thought for awhile they were playing Einstein on the Beach, but it turned out to be Koyaanisqatsi. This set me off remembering days when i had checked out the boxed set of records, & listened to them obsessively, hour after hour, day after day; you could not really understand the subtle modulations except in such dosage. (Like a TV show you watch so much you begin to notice continuity flaws in the set from episode to episode.) and the meaning i got from this piece was a most curious one: a mild, despairing elation, not some ultimate deliverance from words (& because of words, from the human), but perhaps the simple perception that they have been left behind & are in fact already not needed anymore... The work itself, a time capsule from the future, stood like a big sphinx of quartz (pangram: "Jackdaws love my big sphinx of quartz"), square in our certain path--& yet there was no fear in it.
   It is the only truly Buddhist work, i think, in Western music.

(2003)

Eras Are.