Saturday, April 09, 2005
The part that is green, and rises, and dances as it rises. It is only the background, but what a background! What a world!
Posted by zeitguy at 11:46 AM
We expect the focus to be in the foreground. When background becomes foreground, we feel the disturbance, and pay attention. Where is our reward? Why do we pay? We are the slaves of our expectations: foreground and background, the rules of a dead god.
Posted by zeitguy at 11:45 AM
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After we bought this house, the son of the previous owner was killed by a hit and run driver. We felt a ghost move through the space. Is it not the limit of death that proves the beauty of life? If not, then what? Find beauty in the unease.
Posted by zeitguy at 11:29 AM
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What kind of frame do your children put around you? Are you a picture of what you love, or what you fear?
Posted by zeitguy at 11:21 AM
What does it mean to make it on your own in this world? How many people does it take to make it on your own, exactly?
Posted by zeitguy at 11:18 AM
Sam is part of the generation that is shifting the balance of power from the looker to the seen. My generation wants to look, and control with our judgement. Sam looks to be seen, and responds to being seen, by seeing what you mean.
Posted by zeitguy at 11:16 AM
When John Paul II died, the top-down world died with him. He was a leader from the bottom who showed the emptyness of the top by the example of his own fullness. Go listen to some Joy Division music, and wonder why the lead singer committed suicide at 25. When Ian Curtis died, the bottom-up world died with him.
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Sam and Sterling take two different paths to composing. Sam and Sterling shape time with a natural poise. They both will tip into hunger, then compose again.
Posted by zeitguy at 11:00 AM
This cat has never imagined a better world. He has never made any promises. He has never missed the mark. Without caring about perfection, or its alternative, he embodies completeness. And he shares it with you, for free.
Posted by zeitguy at 10:54 AM
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Someone bought these tulips for a lover who broke up with them before the flowers could be delivered. In their royal dark color they hint at pain, even as the leaves caress each other, and the light turns the water into diamond: the gem of hope. The flowers and the love affair are gone now, while you contemplate the triangle of pain, touch, and hope. Meanwhile, a hummingbird hovers forever.
Posted by zeitguy at 10:44 AM
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Is there an idea of this room in the mind of the cat in the room? What the hell would that look like?
Posted by zeitguy at 10:15 AM
Sam makes his face into an example of quantum superposition. Over his shoulder, Chagall reminds us that love comes before and after science. In his music, Sam follows the trail of Chagall's truth.
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Posted by zeitguy at 9:55 AM
It is the light in the upper part of our rooms that we rarely notice, but it colors our every thought.
Posted by zeitguy at 9:52 AM
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Posted by zeitguy at 9:41 AM
I decay and am renewed. I eat light and spill remaindered aphorisms. I can't get rid of my knowledge fast enough. Give me the proof of purchase of your confidence, and I will rebate your desire.
Posted by zeitguy at 9:37 AM