Archive | May, 2011

The Monstrously Ungrateful Bi-Ped (free write)

24 May

Perhaps morality is an accordian: breathing, expanding, contracting, a gradient of ethical tunes.

BeMused Graphic Design

24 May

Reminding Me of Self

BeMused by Design Graphics 2011©

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Dream Journal [Free Write]

11 May

Three distinct dreams last night.

  1. I am with a friend, brushing my teeth, and the more I brush the more that seaweed falls from my mouth, intact and floating, fall like autumn leaves.
  2. I am with the same friend in a different setting. We have one can of Progresso vegetable and barley soup, the type with the wrap around blue label adorning the classic aluminium can. I unwrap and unwrap the label, knowing that something is underneath. After 3 and a half unwrap I find the hidden secret printed on the very back: a treasure map, and the adventure begins.
  3. I think of the word trepidation. I do not know the definition in my dream, but I am imagining the harmony from dissonance, internal hesitation due to unknown, unseen factors, moving in odd ways due to dark matter that you have to navigate around using intuition as an internal compass rose to see the sun. When I wake up, I look up the formal definition:

trep·i·da·tion Noun /ˌtrepiˈdāSHən/
noun: tremble, tremor, anxiety, alarm, fear

  1. A feeling of fear or agitation about something that may happen
    • the men set off in fear and trepidation
  2. Trembling motion
  3. a feeling of alarm or dread
  4. Trepidation as used in the field of astronomy means an imagined oscillation of the equinoxes. It should not be confused with precession. In precession, the equinoxes appear to move slowly through the ecliptic, completing a revolution in approximately 25,800 years (according to modern astronomers).

Poetics [free write]

7 May

[Preface: I cannot sleep….why is why i cannot, and that is all on that matter for now. I made the picture below last year during a multimedia session in my avant-garde comp lit course. Plopping it here to further archive my life.]

And then there was one. The individual cannot exists. There is one alone and thus ‘I’ i dissipates into the cyclic, carnivorous lungs of the ruthless carbon cycle. Gone. Duality is necessary to define one individual entity. Duality is the margin of error for motion. Motion is the breathing space and position between us, defining us, connecting us. Language, words, sound: we sing life, or something like it, in metaphors and symbols we recycle through the air. We are inspired wind fulfilling an inspired mind and a skilled hand through a body and released like cathartic, creative truth aloud, our secret told in one sonorous big bang: the people rise like one thousand hissing bayonets.  We are everything that one higher power could be. We create and perceive the sensation expressed with sounds in lyric and song. So poetry is profound, so poetry is so oh so profound, sonorous amorous profound.

Concerning Redirection [free write]

2 May

The opening of the doors. Perhaps they were always inviting us, cloaked in mystery beyond the physics of sight in the metaphysical realm of belief. Invisible yet palpable and at times pulling: absent and present, paradoxical and engrained in the dimension of gravitational pull like a shadow ahead and around the corner during nightfall.

When one door closes, the saying goes, another one opens. Our future is a blinding white light. When one door closes, the light we unconsciously fly towards refocuses like a stadium light through a pinhole in a clear and new direction. Timing, opportunity and direction. Combined with passion, belief in self and blind faith in the groove of intuition as a compass rose, we will all be okay. I will be light.

Black Swan

1 May

I saw Black Swan for the first time this weekend. My two cents: Black Swan is a beautiful and tragic visual narrative. However, there is something to be said about a work of art which tells the symbolic meaning of the entire story without words, without movement. I give you, MC Escher‘s Circle Limit IV and a closer look with his work titled Angels and Demons. If you focus on the white angels will appear; conversely, if you focus on the black, you will perceive demons. Paradoxically, they define one another. 

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