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Wednesday, March 07, 2007

a hermetic language -- language of Hermes, messenger of the gods, god of thieves and secrets, inventor of the lyre, a harp, a guitar's fretless forebear, no frets no worries, open strings plucked un-fingered --

and the flute, instrument of Krishna and Pan and Blake, tootling flute, language of birds, language of Dolphy & Messiaen, music lives in air and needs not wings; words, droplets, clumps, clods, clumsy manna, the distension of the mouth as it wraps around a chew, tongue in slow-mo, a SNAP a SHOT, a CAPture of flickering motion's light and freezing it flat --

do you want to be starting something? how nice! do you want to take it outside? how pleasant!


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