Sunday, February 15, 2009

"I've been drunk for about a week now, and I thought it might sober me up to sit in a library." The Great Gatsby Chapter 3

A plan the Muses entertain'd Methodically to impart To Psyche the poetic art; Prosaic-pure her soul remain'd. No wondrous sounds escaped her lyre E'en in the fairest Summer night; But Amor came with glance of fire,-- The lesson soon was learn'd aright. A Plan The Muses Entertained, Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Mahavishnu Orchestra, The Dance of Maya
Dave Matthews, Crash Into Me


Now, if you ever was or still are one of those "CRITICAL THINKING" people who look in the mirror or say to yourself what is it all about meaning "LIFE", then this following book is a MUST read believe me…I cannot even begin to explain how it already has changed the way I look at life completely…everything about life…it explains so much that resonates with my soul that it is undeniable. Of course most people are not critical thinkers because if they were this world, this reality as we know it would be completely different.

I mean take the book The Secret (this is NOT the book I am referring to) for instance which is based on the premise that we create our physical reality based on our thoughts, emotions and lastly feelings. If most people are actually GOOD people which I know that they are then why is the world the way it is?? After all our world, this world is only a reflection of the collective thoughts of everyone on the planet…because if the same applies on an individual basis then certainly our realities overlap quite often so we are ALL creating this reality…but why?

Well, I think that this is the reason a lot of the mass media is all about fear, pain and suffering…I mean on one level you want to know what’s going on BUT at what point is it now implanting the very same ideas and images that the reporters themselves seem so passionately moved by "THUS CREATING REALITY" via everyone who watches this stuff over and over and over again through their minds if you will…do you ever notice how the news will loop a story to death I mean negative bad stories but the GOOD ones you’re lucky to see it once maybe twice. And yea I know some people will say well a bad story gets the press that’s what people want to see…or is it so many people are suffering and are in pain that the old saying "misery loves miserable company" applies or are we conditioned to watch this stuff or both?

So this all begs the questions does art imitate life or does life imitate art…? I think it is definitely that "Art Imitates Life" meaning depending on how far down the rabbit hole you go meaning how much of our true nature that you start to uncover the more and more you realize that a lot of what we see in the movies is actually based on a lot of facts of what is possible and what were coming to.

I mean take the study of and and all this unused DNA that main stream scientist are so quick to call "JUNK DNA" I mean think about it we are ALL created by GOD or some supreme being do you think they would just pop in some stuff that they did not intend on us using it makes no sense…take your car for instance would you just remove something on your vehicle that the manufacturer put in the car…I mean even taking something as small as the rearview mirror off can cause you major problems and result in an accident..

Anyways now for this great book:

Thanks for putting up Dance of Maya; my friend (& keyboard guy) Bobby wrote this out for me when I was at Berklee - the song was new then - and I played it endlessly when I wasn't practicing the Berklee stuff or noodling with my forbidden rock&roll.

As for Life Imitates Art or Vice Versa thing, here's an interchange between Perdita (who is the daughter of the Sicilian king but was lost and raised as a shepardess) and Bohemian king Polyxenes (joined at the end by Camillo, who's smitten by Perdita's beauty) from Shakesapeare's Winter's Tale:

Per. [To POLIXENES.] Sir, welcome:
It is my father’s will I should take on me
The hostess-ship o’ the day:—[To CAMILLO.] You’re welcome, sir. 84
Give me those flowers there, Dorcas. Reverend sirs,
For you there’s rosemary and rue; these keep
Seeming and savour all the winter long:
Grace and remembrance be to you both, 88
And welcome to our shearing!
Pol. Shepherdess,—
A fair one are you,—well you fit our ages
With flowers of winter. 92
Per. Sir, the year growing ancient,
Not yet on summer’s death, nor on the birth
Of trembling winter, the fairest flowers o’ the season
Are our carnations, and streak’d gillyvors, 96
Which some call nature’s bastards: of that kind
Our rustic garden’s barren, and I care not
To get slips of them.
Pol. Wherefore, gentle maiden, 100
Do you neglect them?
Per. For I have heard it said
There is an art which in their piedness shares
With great creating nature. 104
Pol. Say there be;
Yet nature is made better by no mean
But nature makes that mean: so, over that art,
Which you say adds to nature, is an art 108
That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry
A gentler scion to the wildest stock,
And make conceive a bark of baser kind
By bud of nobler race: this is an art 112
Which does mend nature, change it rather, but
The art itself is nature.
Per. So it is.
Pol. Then make your garden rich in gillyvors, 116
And do not call them bastards.
Per. I’ll not put
The dibble in earth to set one slip of them;
No more than, were I painted, I would wish 120
This youth should say, ’twere well, and only therefore
Desire to breed by me. Here’s flowers for you;
Hot lavender, mints, savory, marjoram;
The marigold, that goes to bed wi’ the sun, 124
And with him rises weeping: these are flowers
Of middle summer, and I think they are given
To men of middle age. You’re very welcome.
Cam. I should leave grazing, were I of your flock, 128
And only live by gazing.

- from
This Berklee?

BERKLEE | Berklee College of Music
Founded on the revolutionary principle that the best way to prepare students for careers in music was through the study and practice of contemporary music.

With all the education and culture you have I can't imagine why you'd find me or my ways interesting...that's the truth.

I don't know anything about Shakespeare but for that the words grab me...especially when one is telling a story with it...Shakespeare is one of those "things" I became somewhat interested via the Blog...

I see my self searching and reading about The Winter's Tale tomorrow at every spare moment...

Cool - and thanks!

Sleep well tonight...

Did I mention I dreamt about money one night and jewelry the next night over the last five days? Both, generally speaking, about having and not having those things anymore..trip.

Yeah - that Berklee. Excellent place with (mostly) outstanding teachers. Graduated (Composition) in 1977 and pretty soon went into rock & roll rebellion against the jazz snobbery there then. Mind you, I love jazz very a lot and can play it and have fun, but rock's where I came in.

Aside from the beauty and fun-of-cooperative-learning groove, I don't put that much value on academic education. I don't give a shit about what initials you have after your name or where or whether you went to school.

Part of the reason I love T so much is that she ran from schooling and, from about 9th grade onwards, she's totally self-taught. She (like you I think) has a voracious appetite for Finding Out About Things. And she has a way better education about Stuff That Matters than I do.

Seems that the people I love the most (aside from my sisters) are people who've had some experience as lumpenproletariat. A word worth a lookup. Thank god for the reference section.

Don't know what the money and jewelry and money are all about. Seems like a dream in the Land of Lost Things. But ask Carl Jung - or better yet Mary-Louise Von Franz, who can explain in human language what Jung's talking about.
You can find her in your library or in the shared stuff from other local libraries. Or look for her on this wacky medium.

Pleasant dreams,

- A

PS: I was in a local small production of The Winter's Tale (just about exactly sixteen years ago) because I was a friend of a friend of the nostalgic Yale Drama School grads who put it up. I'm a total amateur.
Man in tights. My three-year-old daughter got a big kick out of that.
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