Notes from Fictitious Dialogue With Tree…Sunday, 9/06/2019
The Tree – Henry – with the cones of white flowers is apparently a Horse Chestnut Tree – and now it’s May, I’m noticing, there are loads of them everywhere. I go up to one and sit against it unceremoniously.
[So I understand The Portal Effect in human consciousness, and I understand The Second Law of Thermodynamics – that everything moves towards increasing complexity… but here’s what I don’t understand… If what you guys have told me is true – about organic life simply being a planetary net for The Sun’s escaping energy; something that converts photons and carbon dioxide and so on into matter that can increase the world’s volume – then how are our follies any worse than the rest of nature? Isn’t the whole of nature, at every stage of increasing complexity, acting foolishly, ITSELF? I mean if that’s the dynamic – simplicity and unity to
Sunshine… FINISHED more or less… (for 2 pianos)Sunday, 24/02/2019
Updated this one – it’s still not finished and there’s not much articulation on it – but you get the idea… “Benevolent Snowball”…
0:00 I have achieved the dream – optimistic neutrality, whilst completely alone, wandering through the snow in The Netherlands or somewhere similar. Sensitivity is very interesting, but great to be more even tempered now… And so it goes…
0:17 What’s that shape on the horizon? It’s not… some kind of snowball is it? Please, not an engulfing snowball, heading this way… 0:26 near enough to be understood now.
0:58 Negotiation of the snowball with Blarney.
1:14 The snowball is indomitable and too uplifting to be tempered – it just does its own thing – not much to be done.
Japanese sounding scale in places like 1:21 = entire combs of acuity – for things that may and may not be real.
1:45 As Sovereign of my domain, I’m pleased
When Trying To Empty The Mind…Monday, 17/09/2018
You know how some people go off on psychedelic journeys and come back and say they’ve learned a lot, but can’t put any of it into words? Well when I try to clear my mind with meditation, I go off on strange journeys and come back with these vast pieces of text but less conviction that they make any sense… So the following has to be regarded as creative writing…
In asking about the nature of Morphogenic* Fields, I’m invited into a rectilinear terracota coloured building that looks a bit like a modern University, erected in the red dust of the Middle East somewhere.
The atmosphere inside is that of a Japanese restaurant with dark coloured walls and elegant floral patterning, sufficiently stylised to be chic as opposed to kitsch. Amidst the tables of other students and mentors, my instructor, who sits opposite me is a creature with an elephant’s head and the body
Yellow Tara MandalaSaturday, 19/05/2018
Yellow Tara Mandala – A week long practice, created and led by Jill Purce where around 70 people become a living, rotating Mandala… (This is a piano duet – meaning 2 pianos…)
00:00 – I go along as my usual self and on the train to the venue – I wonder if I’ll be able to “get into it.” As soon as I’m there though, there’s an itness about the place that suspends rational thought without me having to try. I love these people because as different as we all are in occupation, beliefs and personality – we all find some purpose in conspiring to realise this unusual project.
00:34 – “Thank you for your love, Oh, thank you for your love, Oh, thank you for your love, Oh, thank you for your love…” – My body seems to be tuning into this different mode of seeing – which feels
Next One…Friday, 2/03/2018
Here’s the next video – I prefer these ones that seem to emerge out of that artistic technique of simply casting around for what might be there – instead of attempting to impose empirical order onto what you logically believe to be there… So this is all completely speculative, all observation and “common sense” – but I wanted to tell you – the practice of asking for Mercury’s help – actually asking him – is massively underrated! Because as with playing or writing music – the process of recording this was like… um… not thinking too much and just projectile vomiting glass marbles – anyone else get that?