Friday, July 17, 2026

The Line and the Circle O/

/O

  from a Sonic Sandbox jam

 (click to 1:06:10)

The Line Goes and Goes
While the Circle Holds
-the philosophy/story below delineates some interesting factoids about a couple of geometric shapes which may or may not have something to do with our experience of time, death, love, holding, inside and outside.

D - trumpet
S - synthesizer
H - sax and philosophical story

D - (asking S about the synth)- What else you got in that box?
S - Circles and arrows.
D - Let’s hear the circles and arrows.
S - You just heard it.
D - What else?
S - Oh well… (looks down, starts twisting buttons..)
H - I’ve heard the world is made of circles and lines.
D (still talking to S) - Do you have zig zags? Do you have rectangles? Parallelograms? Do you have…
H - Have you ever thought about the idea that a circle is a line that comes back to itself? Right? In other words, there’s only two things in the world, circles and lines..
S - Well… That’s one way of looking at it. … Seems like an oversimplification… (shrugs) Who am I to say..
H - Lines can make geometric shapes. ..continuing with my theory. (takes off sax strap..)
Lines can make geometric shapes. In other words, geometric shapes and circles. (D starts on trumpet, S on synth…)
S - Not a circle but shapes ?
H - Yea, not a circle, its a geometric shape (?)
S - Well a circle is a geometric shape..
H- Right well i’m just curious and I’m thinking maybe I could split the world into two. 
S - You can always do that.
H - Circles and … everything else!
S - Ones and twos…
H - (Really focusing on developing the theory/story now…) A circle happens to be a line that happens to come back to itself.
For some reason, it can’t let go! It returns! (trumpet and synth are louder) 
It swoops around! 
It comes back, it can’t let go of itself! 
The line! 
The line could not let go of itself!
And became a circle.
S - a circle?
H - The circle could hold many things!
The circle could hold rain.
The circle could hold berries.
The circle could hold love.
The circle could hold pain.
The circle could hold need.
The circle holds!
The circle holds!
Whereas the line, the line escapes!
The line escapes into outer space!
The line is not holding on!
To itself any longer!
It’s let go of itself!
It will not be a circle!
It will never be a circle.
Once it launches off into outer space it never returns.
It goes straight off into infinity.
The line knows infinity!
The line knows infinity.
The circle knows HOLDING!
Maybe, you can’t have holding and infinity at the same time.
Maybe you just can’t have them both.
You can either have infinity, if you’re a line, or
if you go with holding on to yourself, holding on
to a self, round about, circling about and holding on
to itself,
you have finity..
You have alot of finity in that circle.
Alot of gooooood finity!
You got a lot of finity…
(strapping on the strap and then the horn)
You know what else, you’ve got an inside and an outside, with the circle. 
You’ve got an inside…
Does the line have an inside?
No. The line does not have an inside!
The line might have infinity but it has no inside.
It has no outside!
The line has no inside and it has no outside!
It goes and goes. It goes and goes…
and goes and goes and goes and goes
and goes and goes (starts playing sax…)

(30 secs later)
H - The line goes and goes… (plays another riff)
While the circle holds…
(another riff which keeps going with David and Steve..)
H - Now what happens if the line goes through the circle?
Right through the middle of the circle.
That sounds a little like sex of some sort..
I don’t know, sounds a little like . . magic.
Sounds a little like… hitting the target
sounds a little like … 
sounds a little like a punctuation mark.
right? you have a line you have a circle,
the line is going right for the circle.
its going to hit the circle
the line and the circle..
exclamation!
exclamation point!
its the point!
its the exclamation point!
(plays sax again, D plays the steel drums…)

Thursday, July 16, 2026

Dada Manifesto

 This is a Dada Poem
    that has no meaning!
This is a dada manifesto
    that means nothing!
Blah! Blah! Blue! 
    Blink twice
and you’re here: blink
    thrice and I’m 
    
    here.
Blink four anonymous
    boring fart times
and we’re dead.
    Dead together.
In excruciating pain
    of loneliness,
    despair
and existential angst
    -iness.
Ho - hum.
Dada says goodbye.
Dada says see ya later
    alligator.
Dada says another day
    fly away.
Dada says
                

woopsee.
   

             bloopsee.

Somany somany somany

 The result of unknown years, just as well. Like somany somany others, a product of sheer imagination. He wished to know, but answers were elusive. Dreamed of going, but that was a different day. Automatically pushing, always pushing. Like the Year of the Boar, on steroids. And then there were none, why I don’t know. Answers on feathers, answers like songs. Songs without words, usually songs without words. Pure sensation, very consistent with transcendence in clouds. Or dripping, CHANGING EVERYTHING, not afraid of talking in groups. Expected to be cognizant of something, besides the wall of tears. I don’t know what happened, but I care immensely. Like an abyss I’m constantly falling into, and can’t get out of. Thoughts crowd round, don’t you wish we could go back to the beginning
AND DO IT ALL OVER
AGAIN?

Saturday, July 11, 2026

Home Trauma

 Traumatized by HOME

I live in the fire of tomorrow.

What do I know that you

        Don’t?

    S  L  O  W
        
        M  I  N  D
    
    H  E  A  R  T 
    
        S  P  E  E  D

    hibernation

                welcome little Me

            to 2026.
    
    The first Me was swept 
overboard on the way over here.

There’s a before 2000 and
a beyond 42K.
        
Grandfather zapping me from
    beyond the grave,
    round about 1980,
thirty years after his death.
Did I help bring Father to
his promised land?
I was visited by Grandfather
right after Father passed on.
I could see his smile and
I wept.
Remember I am the one who
can cross over and return.

Someone jumped aboard my
traveling vessel there’s not
room for us both at all
times. Very harsh to be
speaking at all times to someone
who can not hear me. They
live in another city. Or
they are in the inbetween.

    Oh Lover don’t you know
how impossible it is for almost 
anyone to be blessing
everything in the home
at all times? I cursed
yes I cursed. I’m sorry
I cursed now that I’ve
seen the Flame. Felt the
spark. It’s as if I blew out
the candle too soon. The candle
of our love together. I blew
it out forever. You’d have to
light it yourself. And I can’t
yet imagine that happening.

    Mixing and matching.
    
Noon, high noon.
Will there be a shoot out
    today?
    Eyes like machine guns.
Thoughts like bombs.
I’d rather get lost in my
hibernation. And learn to
dream again. As leader
of little Me and the crew
of a ship to somewhere.

Sunday, July 5, 2026

Dirt and the Eternal Flame

 Reconnect to the Eternal Flame

DREAM

He wants a kit for everything. For the ages.

Every time one moves
one leaves it all behind.

and so somehow
left to Father myself
little Huey
liar and fantasist
fantasist of trips
through a Hades…
Gone fishing in Hades…

Dream of finding the right teacher. A teacher.

A teacher of night.

Darkness       Darkness
and                and 
doubles.        doubles.

Aloneness
and paths
while carrying
3 rings of gold.
Each of my parents and
mine without J_____.

Boom not a movie anymore.

All the money is wasted of course.

No one believed it was
possible…   L  O  V  E     !

Emojis of steel.
    of oil.
    of dirt.
    unanswered.

DONE TWICE.