lust and sugar

November 28, 2008

we tear off the remains of what hang out there and bring it in here. 

we bake it and pour butter on top of it and theorize about roller coasters and what we must do to make the gravity work in our favor.  downward spirals, saddle loops, centerfuges.  we throw sugar carmelizing like steel workers, we weave forms like mathemetician spiders.  we capture our fly and draw cuts on him and wrap him up.  he dies.

there is a space wider than the ocean, than the stars, made of dark strands of butter through the oily sugar.  it looks like neurons, like connective tissue, holding an arm to a shoulder and through the breast to a beating black heart pumping spikes of cotton candy out at the speed of light for a billion miles.  we have written ourselves into our eyes watching the universe, and the universe has responded by making fractal our senses.  we split a photon, a vibration, a molecule into irreducible qualities.   we taste and vomit nebulae.

my universe is completed and voided in a pomegranate, and made mundane by the time the peel glistens in the sun.  it’s no big deal that the infinite world has made this shape that has infinite permutive resonance throughout every other shape.  those seeds are toxic waste, they feed naught but a virus that flickers through life for an instant and then is subsumed unto the greater pattern.

proteins write this blog, they pull the letters out of my fingers and through my synapses.  this blog writes my personality and roots-out builds me from dendrite to skin.  you are reading me, creating me with every second, the words resonating in your head have created this blog, this photon, this friend, this person.  you are creating this day and the apple you will eat.

you are light, you are lust, you are obliterated and sent behind another version of yourself and eclipsed and made penumbra and rainbow.  you are a web of sugar spoken to in a different language with only verbs and nouns.  you are tendrils of carmel dripping from the branches of reality, rotted into alcohol and evolved into a society of bark and blade.  you are growing out of yourself.  you are growing out of and into me.  we percieve only each other, only ourselves. 

we are a recursive mirror echoing off into a terminal state where initial deviation leads to negation of initial form.  and an end has finally been reached.


utopian sherman oaks

November 24, 2008

i wake up with the sun and check the plants.  grab some chamomile off the lawn for tea, maybe see if there’s some coffee left.  the animals are already awake, running back and forth trying to keep the squirrels out.  the crops sedate the air, from the low-lying peppers and sqaushes to the regal marijuana and corn plants.  the trees hold sway over the still hot dryness of the morning.  i grab an apple and a fig and head out to get some water. 

the DWP has since converted into a desalinating nanofiltration system, but they lack decent delivery methods, so they’ve set up stations at five-mile increments.  for me, that means i have to grab my bike and head out daily to grab my 15 gallons of water.  the paths are set up for this, tho, there’s an electric rail going through the center, and wide paths where hazeltine used to be.  these are lined, too, with crops of all kinds, plots set up and maintained for the commonwealth.  it’s a struggle to keep homeless people out of there, but the need for that is declining as housing stabilizes.

i haven’t seen a car or airplane in 5 years. 

i get my water, grab a chicken sandwich from a stand.  the chickens come from 4 miles away, in a communal run where they are tagged genetically.  that stands where the 101 used to be.  all that highway was converted into pasture. 

people look at each other, compare methods of growing things.  the seasons are understood.  the power is local and we don’t want for anything.  the world is overflowing with intellectual energy focused on how to solve the lasting problems of the last three centuries.  the powerful are in the street laughing and arguing with everyone else, their money has been totally replaced by wealth.  discourse and public discussion is at an all time high.  there are no slaves or wage slaves, because technology has replaced them.  new technology is weighed for its contribution to the totality of a susatinable human race, and debated and voted upon locally.

algae is grown for fuel and scrubs the air.  we make degradable plastics from it, which creates our computers.  the computers of the 20th century, with their toxic monitors and energy guzzling fans and lights, are a thing of the past. 

nature is recovering.  travel is done for spiritual enlightenment.  science, art and technology have become the same thing.

i ride home and make some soup, am surrounded by my wife, my friends and animals.  we check our batteries and algae tanks to see if we can record in the night.  there’s enough for us to stay up until dawn growing and evolving our genres.  we program, learn parts, argue, take drugs and drink.  i fall asleep between the rows of bok choy and wake up with ant-bites all over my leg.  i take a quick shower and play some video games.

i want to break my brain apart, so that the constituent neurons must reform in a wider web. 

i want to upgrade my goddamn ram. 

 i can feel, tangibly, the limits of my intelligence.  they translate into patience, memory, and speed.  when i solve a problem in my head, i’m always running up against these things.  one has to be able to appraise the entire problem with speed, have the patience to hold the whole problem object in the brain, and have the memory to remember the benefits and limits of solutions one has explored.  expanding these capabilities must be possible.  drugs, maybe, but i’m going to say that i think we have much more capacity for use than we are ever aware of.

so can sound be a way of transforming the mind? 

they say mozart makes you more intelligent, concentrate harder, etc.  this must be the tip of the iceberg.  in mozart and beethoven, you can ‘hear shapes’ such as themes, or harmonic structures that are then manipulated and turned around, making visible intangible thought processes such as ‘seeing something from a different angle’, or ‘stretching an idea’.  these are common facets of music.  in bach, the parsimony of the theme becomes something that often creates the entire foreground and background of music, the equivalent of, say, having a statue of an ant made out of ants.  not only that, but he builds cities of ants, civilizations, theories and languages.

sadly, there is a limit to what the mind can percieve.  with very complex music, the inner workings can get lost to the listener.  it’s arguable that nobody can really hear the inner workings of serial music.  there’s the famous story about a musician misplaying schoenberg in rehearsal and confronting him with the fact (ps.  what a douchebag).  schoenberg said (paraphrasing) ‘i couldn’t tell the difference, but perhaps your children will be able to’.  that’s some eugenics at work.

we almost have absolute control over sound at this point.  we have the ability to create perfect dynamics, perfect timbres, perfect manipulations in time, dynamics, and timbre.  we can sample, resample, and synthesize pretty much anything.  there’s a bit of space left to explore with resynthesis and digital hacking of sound, but those are quickly being chewed through with love and vigor.

the next advances in music will not be in these areas.  they will instead be in the areas of structuring sound,  finding and creating meaning through the interplay of change in timbre, dynamics, and time. 

with computing, you can in essence create a brain smarter than your own in order to appraise a problem and then solve it.  you could make models of life, growth, chaos and death, and show how a consciousness (a theme, for instance) would be changed by death.  you can create a way to make yourself smarter, by inventing a small problem, abstracting it, structuring a decision process, and then solving a bigger problem via the computer, and then studying the result of that. 

hacking the brain.