“FOODNOTE”

 

On NPR Sunday radio a feature called Moth had an interesting show topic: loops — a recycling of archival music threading the end back to the beginning of its instrumentation, and the track repeats ad infinitum. The “artist-on-record” remastering the banal had a very interesting use of this loop-technique to interpret the very conditions that happens in natural life: that its redundancy through analog analysis is uniquely quantum, linking the recreated to its original creation, and in his own words liking it to “inducing a bubble at the breadth-pace with the expansion of the universe” that is configured impermanently in its confines, yet invisible in its sameness.

  

Another avant-garde thinker, Dr. Andreas Weber, author of The Poetics of Ecology, theorized that the known beauty of our planetary world is a characteristic of an evolutionary gene that is responsible for the rhapsodic manifestation of its own makeup, satisfying life as an elemental process, crystallizing the firmament bluer than blue and gardening our abundant biodiversity with intelligent design. Weber believes that the poetics theorem is a fractal code already present at the beginning of time, and that its surreptitious job was to randomize and then reorder the cosmic existence. Photosynthesis is a blooming, and atmospheric conditions encompass and then circle a full earth.      

Sun Ra is a jazzist with a metaphysical voice embodied: “I am an Instrument.” https://youtu.be/1zib3JLRLdY

The eve of my departure from New York  City, I attended a Thelonious Monk repertoire concert at the Juilliard School. The tempestuous ballad Ruby, My Dear, (a Coltrane arrangement) re-broke my heart. The “poetry” was about the fear of the unfamiliar with feedback riffs around a love what would never die. I texted my musician and kindred friend in Berlin after the show and sent him an attachment of the playbill highlighting this wrenching tune. Waiting for the 1 train underground on 65th and Amsterdam, I got a ping back. It’s a quote from Carl Jung: “[It] symbolizes human life and development and the inner process of becoming conscious. Once could say that it symbolizes in the psyche that something which grows and develops undisturbed within us, irrespective of what the ego does; it is the urge toward individuation which unfolds and continues, independent of our consciousness.” (And Miro’s painting, the photo inset).