sleep to pass between the real and the dream.
follow the scent and sound.
initiate a song of sworcery.
awaken to break up the storm.
run towards the mysterious light, the meadow, a time of miracles.

superbrothers sword and sworcery soundtrack by jim guthrie.

“…in what rhythm you began, you should continue to breathe. By losing the rhythm much is lost. Music is the miniature of life’s harmony in sound in a concentrated sense. The person who has no rhythm physically cannot walk well; he often stumbles. The breath, the speech, the step, all have rhythm. The person who has no rhythm in his emotions falls easily into a spell, such as laughter, or crying, or anger, or fear. We should practise rhythm in our lives, so that we may not be so patient and yielding that everybody takes the best of us, nor so carried away by our enthusiasm and frankness that we say things that are undesirable in the world, nor so meek and mild that we fall into flattery, timidity and cowardice. Then, by and by, we may understand the rhythm of emotions, the rhythm of thoughts, then the rhythm of feeling. Then a person comes into relation with the inner rhythm which is the true meaning of the world.”
from the Sufi Teachings of Hazrat Inayat Khan

gather with me. together let us listen to the soundless sound.
and then throw ourselves into the river.

accidentally had these two things playing simultaneously and bright embers floated out of my brain and into the night sky. perhaps you’d like to try it?


1819-1823 El Perro, from The Black Paintings Francisco Goya

cut from the walls of a country house.
a deaf man descending in the silence left by the deaf man before him.
matter falling on a black hole forms the brightest objects in the universe.

“Just over a billion years ago, many millions of galaxies from here, a pair of black holes collided. They had been circling each other for aeons, in a sort of mating dance, gathering pace with each orbit, hurtling closer and closer. By the time they were a few hundred miles apart, they were whipping around at nearly the speed of light, releasing great shudders of gravitational energy. Space and time became distorted, like water at a rolling boil. In the fraction of a second that it took for the black holes to finally merge, they radiated a hundred times more energy than all the stars in the universe combined. They formed a new black hole, sixty-two times as heavy as our sun and almost as wide across as the state of Maine. As it smoothed itself out, assuming the shape of a slightly flattened sphere, a few last quivers of energy escaped. Then space and time became silent again.”

Gravitational Waves Exist: The Inside Story of How Scientists Finally Found Them

by Nicola Twilley

a love story, a waking story, a dreaming story, a faint whooping from low to high story.

“… oppressed people only have one tool of resistance: run amok. And if I have to tell you, revolution is nothing more than a collective running amok, organized by one particular party.”

beauty is a wound by eka kurniawan


“What is the point. That is what must be borne in mind. Sometimes the point is really who wants what. Sometimes the point is what is right or kind. Sometimes the point is a momentum, a fact, a quality, a voice, an intimation, a thing said or unsaid. Sometimes it’s who’s at fault or what will happen if you do not move at once. The point changes and goes out. You cannot be forever watching for the point or you lose the simplest thing; being a major character in your own life.”

Speedboat by Renata Adler

the mystifying power of enthusiasm.
the accidental evolution of a sound.

add that backbeat.
like it very much.

Bernard Purdie for endless inspiration and for the lifting of spirits.