Saturday, September 5, 2009

This I recall to my mind,
therefore i have hope.
The Lord's lovingkindness indeed never cease,
For His compassions never fail.

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Thursday, August 13, 2009

saw a meteor shower the other night


sometimes nature feels like a cipher,
an enigma,
like a message written in ancient runes,
and yet, when deciphered,
the message is:







God is Love.

Friday, August 7, 2009

Thursday, August 6, 2009

Monday, August 3, 2009

Thursday, July 23, 2009

wrote messiaen

"For me," wrote Messiaen, "it is here that music lives: music that is free, anonymous, improvised for pleasure, to greet the rising sun, to charm one's mate, to tell all the world that this branch and this meadow belong to you, to put an end to all disputes, bickering and rivalry, to work off the excessive energy born of love and joie de vivre, to articulate time and space and join with your neighbors in constructing rich and improvised counterpoint, to solace your fatigue and to say farewell to another portion of life as the evening falls."

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Monday, July 20, 2009

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Jesus.



O broken earth,
Land of my birth,
to Destruction speeding!

Yet in this night,
I would delight
in Unbroken Shards of Eden.

Friday, July 10, 2009

Friday, July 3, 2009

Thursday, July 2, 2009

"Lord, guide my hands and my heart"


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JeNCdNxKVfk

Monday, June 29, 2009

Sunday, June 28, 2009

birds of the air


birds of the air
they don't tear their wings
so things can get better

flowers in the fields
don't steal their clothes,
they're robed in Heaven.

-annie bethancourt.

Saturday, June 27, 2009

cardboard

yesterday my car stopped working
and i got scared
and prayed
and it got better
God is good.

Thursday, June 25, 2009

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Saturday, June 20, 2009

Thursday, June 18, 2009

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Friday, June 12, 2009

the rim of the ocean




things i am thinking about:
Rest in God, He's the Lover of our souls.
Aurora Borealis.
A bed is a very special place.
Cocteau Twins make good music for listening to with tea and a pillow and candles.

Thursday, June 11, 2009

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

remember Who you came from.


remember Who you came from.

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

Monday, June 8, 2009

one day, in Jesus' arms.

faraway from here


There's a little part of you
Faraway from cars
Faraway from cash
That's faraway from war
Faraway from tears
And faraway from the past
Faraway from here

Faraway from here
Faraway from shore
Faraway from war
And faraway from tears
Mercury Rev

Saturday, May 30, 2009

amateur speleology


inside the mine

Friday, May 1, 2009

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

for the record


just for the record, i think BRIE is NEAT.

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

forest folk


this is what i'm talking about.

Saturday, April 11, 2009

messiaen quote

"For me," wrote Messiaen, "it is here that music lives: music that is free, anonymous, improvised for pleasure, to greet the rising sun, to charm one's mate, to tell all the world that this branch and this meadow belong to you, to put an end to all disputes, bickering and rivalry, to work off the excessive energy born of love and joie de vivre, to articulate time and space and join with your neighbors in constructing rich and improvised counterpoint, to solace your fatigue and to say farewell to another portion of life as the evening falls."

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

ps. 46

Psalm 46
God the Refuge of His People.
For the choir director. A Psalm of the sons of Korah, set to Alamoth. A Song.
1 God is our refuge and strength,
A very present help in trouble.
2 Therefore we will not fear, though (E)the earth should change
And though the mountains slip into the heart of the sea;
3 Though its waters roar and foam,
Though the mountains quake at its swelling pride. Selah.

Monday, March 9, 2009

mount messiaen

"For me," wrote Messiaen, "it is here that music lives: music that is free, anonymous, improvised for pleasure, to greet the rising sun, to charm one's mate, to tell all the world that this branch and this meadow belong to you, to put an end to all disputes, bickering and rivalry, to work off the excessive energy born of love and joie de vivre, to articulate time and space and join with your neighbors in constructing rich and improvised counterpoint, to solace your fatigue and to say farewell to another portion of life as the evening falls."
I wanna make art from the same heart as birdsong, too.

Friday, March 6, 2009

radio


Changing the radio, surfing the channels, is like having access to a representative sampling of the wide and strange vista of late 20th-and-early-21st-century popular culture - the country western lament, the political discussions, the throb of "urban" basslines and 808 kicks, a sampling of rock subcultures - classic, oldies, corporate alternative, as well as late-night rambles, consumerist come-ons, saccharine, nostalgia for an age that never was, and then in but one or two solitary stations, classical radio as a lone voice of pre-modern high art faltering in a vast sea of sound.

Thursday, February 19, 2009

a short play

The setting is February 19th, 2009. PIP is at work with some free time and types the following:

PIP: Today I was reading about Velikovsky, Carl Sagan's (factually) flawed counterarguments against him at a 1970s era conference, Phyletic Gradualism vs. Punctuated Equilibrium, and Heuretics as a way of "generatively reading texts".
NEGA-PIP: That's very interesting. Do you feel you are learning a lot?
PIP: In ways yes, though I get nervous as to whether this knowledge is rife with errors, gained as it is mainly through Wikipedia. But I enjoy learning.
NEGA-PIP: Have you not heard that the autodidact has a fool for a teacher?
PIP: Yes, but I have also heard Basho's precept "not to follow in the footsteps of the masters, but to seek what they sought".
READER (off-stage voice): You are displaying a perhaps unhealthy and certainly aesthetically undesirable amount of self-awareness and reflexivity which plagues postmodern thought and literature. You must be careful not to let this paralyze you, creatively, personally or spiritually.
PIP: Wow, that's true.

NEGA-PIP of course represents the acutely aware and critical, oftentimes destructive, "voice of critique" within my own head.

Monday, February 16, 2009

heart of man



My heart can sing when I pause to remember
A heartache here is but a stepping stone
Along a trail that’s winding always upward,
This troubled world is not my final home.

This weary world with all its toil and struggle
May take its toll of misery and strife;
The soul of man is like a waiting falcon;
When it’s released it’s destined for the skies.

But until then my heart will go on singing,
Until then with joy I’ll carry on.
Until the day my eyes behold the city,
Until the day God calls me home.

- until then [hymn]

p.s. valentine's day was rad.

Friday, February 13, 2009

Monday, February 9, 2009

loop mountain


i am thankful for being able to listen to thom brennan all day long on loop at work.

Friday, February 6, 2009

polaroid : insect on leaf

i'm back from a long journey


Seoul. Hong Kong. Beijing. America.
Thank you, Lord, for opportunities.

Best shows in recent memory:
My Bloody Valentine - 126 - 136 db. Wow.
Woven Hand - seeing David Eugene Edwards whisper "men will beg God to kill them, and they won't be able to die" into the microphone in a sweaty, packed crowd in Silverlake's SPACELAND was a wonderful, terrifying, God-fearing thing to witness.
Music is a blessing.

Frozen architecture.

I am currently reading Barrie's Peter Pan, Anne Rice's Christ the Lord: Out of Egypt, a book on Postmodernism, and a book by Basho.

I am currently listening to Glen Campbell, yacht rock, the Winter Flowers, Woven Hand's Ten Stones, John Cage, Ryuichi Sakamato, Japanese koto music, DJ Tiesto's free club podcast.

Wednesday, January 28, 2009