IT'S ALL IN THE DETAILS

  T he morning motivator.......always.....FOOD.....after a caffeine fix, as always.......following a night of 'dream continuations'....episodic dreams that seem never to complete the 'now playing' show that emerges from the unconscious manipulations of Memory, Nostalgia and culinary obsessiveness......and...what's in the kitchen's fridge and pantry......awakening after a dream about flatbread, having displaced those youthful dreams about sex, flying, journeys into and within the Grey Matter Labyrinth and the conceptual integrations of sensory inputs ...as the sun arose and the sounds of early birds arrived through a closed but bent Venetian blind ....Last night, I dreamed of yesterday's Atlanta Symphony's performance of Mozart's Piano Concerto #20....during which I seemed rather peculiarly observant, hyper-vigilently, of the performers' pointed, elongated black shoes, tips folding up; two elderly couples in the first row of the balcony... h...

  Just after arriving in Atlanta, in the Fall of 1968, and needing some furniture for my new home with Johnny Lowe and Bill Mello, I purchased...at an auction on Spring Street....an old, dilapidated Chinese 'throne' chair......in the fashion of my usual practical consideration and aesthetic sensibility......Within a year, I had 'decorated' the music room with the then fashionably high tech electronic equipment.....you know...big, McIntosh tube amplifiers, big KLH 12's with external crossovers, big Revox tape recorder and big Thorens turntable.....Well....BIG!...everything was so BIG.....I even 'upgraded' the already big speakers with a pair of humongous planar electrostatic panels.... from a failing startup manufacturer of 'conceptual' electronics....thank you Garland Christopher Keeler......in Canoga Park, California...(acquiring, thus, a pair of huge, wooden shipping crates, later used as substrata for an encaustics project, utilizing a thousand ...

  i was in the woods, alone....it was very silent that mid-afternoon, as the insects and birds seemed to rest from their activities....the noise floor dropped and my hearing reached into the silence, becoming more focused and analytical.....new sounds, that heretofore i had been unaware of, made their presence to me....and more detailed information about the sounds....and as i listened with more conscious attention....i was frustrated as i reached the level of hashy, grainy ringing of tinnitus and the noise floor of my hearing.....it was like enlarging a digital photograph until its components become abstract.....and it is not possible to imagine the larger picture from a view of its parts.....

  or....just a nerve map of the human lips that express this exchange via vibratory exhalations ......even shaped language with potential meaning......even intention with forethought.......even spontaneous kisses of affection or desire......