July 2009
5 posts
innerstitial wall cavity
waiting
turning corners
flowing ranges that were previously impossible( improbable)
excusable reasons of disorienting relational diaspora.
What kind of world is in me when I numbly do what I mostly am attempting to stand against?
How to change my focus to what I am to stand for
letting the slips slide and the glories climb
that my whole may be sanctified to heal the lives and sight of those...
Processing out loud
Captive ruins
posture filled to the brim with the noise of latent abilities atrophy(occupation of soul)
stillness setting in empty songs of preparatory emancipation(excavation of soul)
igniting the senses
enlightening awareness
(filling of soul)
mysterious beyond drawing out monolith and metaphor with eternal repercussions
(overflow of soul)
Watchgetting lost at the czarbar with the soil and the sun…
who is touring with the always wonderful timbre.
WatchIt started out with a lot of fog… then the vibrations started… first my feet… then my chest… i was frozen in the loudest ambient tidal pool ever… and then the fog started to clear and we could make out the wraithlike cloaks behind the mask of green cloud. in a grand opus between throat singing, the tides of distortion, and the pulsation of my body by an ohm of great...