Exposing Consciousness ~ Expanding Subconsciousness ~ Entering the Unconscious
Primarily a writing exercise, this dream journal-inspired blog is a quiet introspective sojourn into the process that we traverse in going from private dream to public art. I see our dreaming as an internalized mythmaking. As I philosophize and expressively exhibit dreams, both private and public, I encourage and delight in creative language as a way to practice experiential metaphors through a “public dreaming." Writing Theory: Creative Dream Fiction
She slips in the doorway while I lay in bed, listening. Grandma Nana’s come to pick me up for a day of visiting. Yet, aren’t those the footsteps of my wife? She enters with uncanny similarity.
A painting of the artist Kete Ephraim Marcus by Kete Ephraim Marcus
A style of musical motion stamps on the floor of my eardrum with the gentle line of breath, issuing as her unspeaking voice through our apartment of dead morning air. She is memory, alive.
Morning, Interior by Maximillien Luce
As I wake to the glorious open space of an apartment, couched in the warm light of a restful morning, and my friend’s visiting. Apologetic and endeared, he respects my unconventional successes, gifting me seasonal greetings with the cheeky light of a sparkling card and pagan decoration.
Paris: In memory of the young deceased friend by Shalva Kikodze
We sit together in the freedom of being up and awake for the sun and its glowing gaze. The room is just so cool to comfort the body in an easy choice of soft, wooly over-garments. He begins to recite the melody of a waltz, for playing on the guitar.
Guitar and Pipe by Juan Gris
With heavenly beckoning, his sweet and delicate face points at the brown stand of Indonesian wood in the corner, my acoustic guitar. I repeat the melody, as it glides effortlessly on the airy surface of my mind.
"There's never been a time when improvisation was given the respect it deserved. By virtue of the holistic quality of it, it takes everything to do it, it takes real-time, no editing possible, it takes your nervous system to be on alert for every possible thing in a way that can not be said for any other kind of music."
Interviewer
"How important are other things in influencing the way you think?"
Keith Jarrett
"More important than music!"
Interviewer
"Like writing, philosophy?
Keith Jarrett
"More important than music...One of the biggest fallacies I think, in art circles and in music circles maybe when people talk about it is that music comes from music...music is the result of a process the musician's going through, especially if he's creating it on the spot."
With family in Israel, a live drum and bass duo explode the
stage in a spark plug of sonic smithereens. The audience is drowned out in a
hemp haze of blistering monitors which fuss and blow like a spiked gourd of
grog. I am reminded of music by OM. This isn’t the right crowd. The auditorium
audience begins to split as a punk metal doom bit hits incendiary in the
mathematical freeze of anti-traditional musical formulae. As people begin to
clear out, I take up a clarinet I had recently played on in the upper tiers of
my consciousness on Earth. The subconscious knows the notes. Explorative and
experimental I dash the family reunion and mystifying context of concert for my
own harmonious bout with sound, bleeding through the fire of an impassioned
reed. I stimulate the Earth with sounds of disbelief freed.
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Guitar
"Upon hearing the weird music of a guitar, the dreamer should fortify herself against flattery and soft persuasion, for she is in danger of being tempted by a fascinating evil. If the dreamer be a man, he will be courted, and will be likely to lose his judgement under the wiles of seductive women. If you play on a guitar, your family affairs will be harmonious." (iDream)
