ASSEMBLAGE OF AN EVENING AT SYMPHONY HALL, LATER DREAMING AND EMERGENCE INTO THE MORNING AFTER.....

 


The 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... holding hands, lovingly, as Jonathan Bliss played the familiar music;.....and the couple, seated at my left, alternativly embracing, then rejecting one another's embraces to the mood of the concerto......all this observational energy, must expend a few calories, I surmise, because...afterwards, I...usually...feel famished and return home for a quicko food fix......Midnight, yesterday, after the exhaustive Bruckner Symphony, for whatever reason, I wanted to roll up all of yesterday's 'leftovers' into a warm flour burrito while listening to Long Ships....which was an amalgamic congruency with the 'long shoes' becoming 'wooden ships'' observational dreaming, the circuituous and exhaustive Bruckner, expressing all the elements of 19th C. music that seemed to finish off a century of conventional, classical orchestral music, more dramatically evident by the justapostion of the Mozart "20" and the Bruckner Overdose, and pondering the influences of rock and folk music on the work of David Crosby......all this dreaming works up a big appetite......Life is a big Salad......don't pass on the endive, arugula or the dandelion leaves or pomegranate seeds.......A mind-shuffling non-linear passion of the Senses.......



Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

See you Later, Alligator........uh....well....if I look deep enough....I'll see you, now......not so deep, within........

Image
at left, an electron microscope's look at the inner-workings of a living Cell........ at right, a drawing that I made of what I imagined was going on in my brain....54 years ago.......when I was perplexed by having to 'decide' between studying Art or Evolutionary Microbiology..... a 'human' embryo....within the uterus......not so unlike an alligator embryo........the microscopic level is 'where it's all happening'.....and those chemical/genetic recombinings make the Tommorrow Beings.......What one thinks...and does.....alters the chemical structures within our DNA, giving birth, repeatedly, to the New Us........We are not unlike all other organic creatures on Earth..... Thoughts on 'The Unique's Coalescence With Uniform Content': Each of us, in intimate self-contemplation, thinks himself unique, singular, knowing and right; yet, we congregate like lemmings, who...not so unlike dragon lizards.....inflate this part or that or this thought o...
Read more

SOME NOTES ON AN ART SCAM SCANDAL.......A GRAVITY OF SHADOWS OVER ATLANTA ART COLLECTORS WHO SOUGHT "ART" AS AN INVESTMENT

Image
I HAD KNOWN DAVID'S FATHER, RICHARD RAMUS, FROM HIS ASSOCIATION WITH AN AUCTION COMPANY, ACROSS PEACHTREE ROAD, FROM A STREET OF ANTIQUES DEALERS SHOPS AND ART/FURNITURE RESTORATIONERS......  DAVID HAD BEEN 'COURTING' ONE OF MY CLIENT'S DAUGHTERS, WITH THE EXPECTATION OF GETTING INTO HER PARENTS DEEP POCKETS........HE OPENED AN ART GALLERY IN THE BUCKHEAD PLAZA OFFICE TOWER, NEAR THE HOMES OF HIS PARENTS RICH FRIENDS AND THEIR RICH FRIENDS AND ACQUAINTENANCES; BUT, AFTER SCAMMING A FEW FOR SOME BIG BUCKS, HE WAS SENT TO PRISON FOR 'I NTERSTATE TRANSPORTATION OF STOLEN ART'. ...EVEN WHILE IN PRISON, DAVID COURTED A RICH, OLDER WOMAN AND CONNED HER OUT OF A WAD OF CASH.....AFTER HAVING ALREADY SWINDLED HIS CHILDHOOD FRIEND, REED GALIN,  AND DEFRAUDING HIS UNSUSPECTING CLIENTS OUT OF OVER A HALF MILLION BUCKS.......YET, HE GETS THE 'GET OUT OF JAIL....PRACTICALLY FREE....CARD.....AND BECOMES A SUCCESSFULL WRITER WITH 'A THIEF OF LIGHT' AND 'GRAVITY...
Read more

PAY ATTENTION....THERE'S BUT A SECOND..OR TWO...TO 'CATCH' THE DETAILS BEFORE THEIR FLIGHT FROM MEMORY .....

Image
on the screen for a couple of seconds, before Samantha Bee's FULL FRONTAL show, each week.....a little message from Chuck Lorre.....applicable at any time, to a number of situational considerations......{a scene from the film, DARLING, came to mind.....wherein Julie Christie loses her 'cool'....the 'escalator scene'}....[although I've not seen the film in several decades].......an example of how the aging brain's storage and retrieval mechanisms operate.......whereas, a scene from a film that I watched, only yesterday, has found no lodging place within my cerebral foldings....already congested with words and images, whole constructs of thought processing, embedded associational linkages and rationalizing tinker-toys.....constantly reformatted, like plastic molecules, filling the weak chemical bonds of ideational memory....Now, back to listening to the 'worth a penny' buck being passed around during this morning's Senate Hearings.......each snoll...
Read more