Deep peace (with theoretical harmonics) (a poem)

Written while listening to Frank Perry’s ‘Deep Peace of the Flowing Air to You’. Ritual distortion with bells and bowls Comfort without strings Unspoken rhythm slipping under deepest layers meeting no resistance Wind acquiesces with a bough The first fallen leaf of late summer touches down Within weeks it will crackle Here the meditation ends (14 [...]

Faces change, maybe the eyes shut, lips part, baring teeth (a poem)

Written while watching this interview with Keiji Haino. They’re not necessarily connected; I was responding more to his quiet manner of speaking… Explosions Silence Echoes in between Sound escapes wanting to be free Silence thinks it’s free but is trapped in the same prison Both exist in the margins and the intervals worshipped as ideals [...]