What's left
inside the faint outlines
of the breath that blows
the dust off the story
resembles footprints
and angels
more inspiration from the margins of The Art of Is with #improvisart
What's left
inside the faint outlines
of the breath that blows
the dust off the story
resembles footprints
and angels
more inspiration from the margins of The Art of Is with #improvisart
"In 1913 the pioneering American composer Charles Ives subtitled his second string quartet thus: “4 men — who converse, discuss, argue (in re: ‘Politick’), fight, shake hands, shut up — then walk up the mountainside to view the firmament.”
-- from Art of Is (just to let you know, I am still in there, reading and making poems and stuff. Thx)
Whose voice
is this, whose
words am I
singing, whose
music am I playing?
I am embodied
in tone and movement,
in sound and story,
the rich tapestry of
listening becoming the
means of speaking
Listen, and you will hear
multitudes
— inspired by The Art of Is shared reading ... #improvisart
I am You -
the one who
sings your
stories of
follies and glories
with the muse
in your ear --
can you not hear
the past pushing
its way
into the present?
-- inspired by The Art of Is reading with #improvisart
Further poetic explorations with the Open AI tool, which I had used for poetry a few days ago and continue onward with revealing a poem ... https://docs.google.com/presentation/d/e/2PACX-1vQft6r3HFEqkQK5a2beC6aGWzr8vuhw8uUdskL5ZjTukfv4zpgRjG04gW23pWkeaZh_obXLgmQocnjq/pub?start=false&loop=false&delayms=3000 #improvisart
info/process notes at my blog: http://dogtrax.edublogs.org/2019/05/21/one-step-further-collaborating-with-ai-open/
These sounds of this lost night --
your breath lingering in my ear,
as if I were another seashell collector --
a huckster with a story to tell --
these are are your words, all tangled up
beyond articulation, twisting along the insides
as smooth as glass, my fingertips gliding
over it all, a gentle hum that comes from
a gentle touch --
We are reduced to tone and noise
and heart and patterns
-- inspired by #improvisart -- Note: formatting is odd here. Go https://write.as/dogtrax/these-sounds-of-this-lost-night
“There’s something that happens when musicians stray from the planned or written arrangement, perhaps it’s that place that jazz musicians go. It’s the feeling of freedom within a framework, connected to our human instinct to keep reinventing, changing, and modifying.”
-- from Soul Mining (A Musical Life), by Daniel Lanois, page 76
#smallquotes connecting with the idea of #improvisart
#AmReading
Theft: A History of Music
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y-8X4G5s6Rw&feature=youtu.be
This comic project (it’s a book) and the video connects nicely to some of the ideas being explored in #improvisart
Every single strand
connecting
those words together
have long since
been severed ...
I am removed,
and so, too, is
what I wrote
when I wondered if
I knew what it is
I wanted to do
-- inspired by and in the margins of Art of Is for #improvisart