non descriptive avenues the pavements of feels of nothingness the sublime richness of nothingness the hot summer night against the flesh the lights point nowhere n the noisy silence of Pleasantville empty one a Saturday night the bedroom community tied to rythyms of the agora business during the day at hight I night I feel I come alive the mind able to breathe without the distraction of societies virus breath and the snesatn of breath fills my soul as I wait for a ride...

I had spent the previous three ore listening to RadioLaria all their hypnotic music a space blend of melody evoking deep sensation of soul I like t this way away from the crowd and away from the virus the feel of thick summer humidity and the pulse of sexy and the feeling of sexuality and the moody of radiolaria infusing mh soul with with soulful feelings....

I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings....

https://soundcloud.com/zote63/caged-bird

landscape seen from travel...the difference between a traveller and a tourist...as laid out by Paul Bowles in The Sheltering Sky...the traveller leaves their preconceptions behind and embraces a fresh unique viewpoint on life while the tourist remains stuck in time and place...as I journey around New York City I am always discovering new places and new avenues...here is the Bronx Zoo which is just a block away from the West Farms Square-  E Tremont Avenue  stop...the subway system in New York city is so amazing..its breadth and diversity is mind blowing...

The imagination lives on...the craft of word ensures its survival...time attacks our human flesh with voracious intensity distorting what thoughts we may cling to but the word preserves how we saw things at the moment...who knows when this picture was taken accept obviously from vegetation it is later spring, summer or perhaps even early fall...I was there at the moment...I took that picture...that much is true..I”m watching a Jorma video from 1978...I know how I felt them...and what Jorma meant to me...bit I see things differently now...although there is still a big connection...it was not how it was them...but this video through time and space retains a connection...as does this picture...my father gone...time moving on...but there was this experience...this moment...and the craft of word...and the study of light...

Motion

videopoem is about motion...inserting ideas with energy into the mix...adding dynamic to the power relations in the scene...the context is the eye..using a multiple of tools to explore the range of thoughts...video,still,word...interjecting into the scene an aesthetic sense to add authenticity to the mood...America crushed under the plastic spoon of Madison Avenue sugar...bloated  on mainline consumerism...modded out on junked fed image...in the still of the woods removed from the stink of the agora...there is a sublime peace that reigns there...in winter the light bisecting the snowy terrain with a multitude of shadows....

in the fall before the snarl of winter as summer releases its sensuous grasp the forest melts in sublime color...on an indian summers day the mind can drift in the beautiful colors of orange and brown...unfolding a deep aesthetic for the eye behold...

the sunsets magical in the qua...I sink into the cocoon of a house I call mine, its energy captured so well by the X song Blue House, the underground rejection of the American horror movie...the unfolding colors of the qua valley a sublime delight behold...

spring the return of hope and imagination as winter releases its mad grip upon our consciousness...the warm sensation upon our skin as we can drift into the light...

videopoem is about the capture of this motion of light and season...the camera chronicles the dancing ballet of light to illustrate this motion through time..

Journey Into Light

it always been a journey towards the light...to bask in the truth...to straighten out the thought to be able to see...in this regards I am the antithesis of the average American who seeks to join the corporation and make FIAT  wealth...I believe more in the aesthetic of being...life as a process...to become centered in the self...I always took the hard way...I opened my mouth when I shouldn't have...this open nature always bought conflict...American society wants its citizens to be passive...to accept authority and not to question...they will give you all the tv you want but they wont' give you choice...choice is delegated to the few...

being has not been my choice...I want to see things work...what is the power dynamic behind the relations in any scene...it is amazing how at a young age people absorb the mores of the culture and become its willing accomplices in censorship....once I stepped out of line the abuse started...you're weird...you're stupid...you're this...you're that...these curses cane from people my age...why did they so easily become their parents?...

but the attraction to the light has been a stronger force in my life...as I write these words in the dark gloom of a forgotten winter's night I post the above picture because it reminds of the path towards light...

The New Year

the new year...new light...new thoughts...watching my show on cable access...the band Television on this episode...their melodic sound is hypnotic...it entices the listener into a dream world...my brother and I went to their new year's eve show at the Bowery Ballroom...it was a frigid night but the show was excellent...the band is tight and hasn't lost a step over all these years...it was the first time I was seeing them and I was not disappointed...I use to listen to them back in my freshman year at Clark when Mike Michaud would invite me into his room to check them out...they were famous for having been one of the original bands at CBGB's...they part of the punk revolution that also featured The Radmones and The Patti Smith Group...punk was a return to back to the roots of the music...to strip back the artfice and return to rock back to its essence which was a raw throbbing sound which the punks felt rock had lost...death tot he hippies and all that bullshit...the scene it didn't last long...coming from such a nihilistic view how could it?...I didn't like it when it was happening back then...the music was too limiting for me...I preferred the more lyrical inventions of the Grateful Dead and Hot Tuna who I felt had a command of their instruments and music...it's funny but now I appreciate the punk music...I don't actively listen to it but when it comes on the radio I listen or when my brother plays it I enjoy it...it's about the new light...new ways of seeing....