The proportions of the Vitruvian man are really fascinating me at the moment. When so much of my work is about personal balance and proportion (particularly with technology), I can't help thinking Leonardo might have got there six hundred years ago. Bearing in mind that technology is an extension of the body, what might a modern Twitter-enabled Vitruvian man look like? The improvisation plays with proportion (tried to keep it to fibonacci numbers)...
Another poem by Astrid on Sleep: When the satiny oil penetrated the surface a message was conveyed. Unfathomable and subtle. More than you and I had anticipated.
At night I have to watch you. To loose one moment of alert and distinct Awareness of your presence
Is the loss The flower feels when the bee lifts off its petal, to seek another Or maybe A sister saying good bye to her brother, before a long journey Or maybe An entire planet when its sun becomes so luminous, it will never shine again.
In other words, my love, I am tired to the bone. In other words, you are the world to me.
But then, this is the least important thing.
What really matters is your and my ability to Consistently and very conscientiously Brave that much happiness.
This is a fantastic poem that Astrid sent today: a mind whirring on as the day passes.. thoughts and feelings passing through it... the edge of wanting attention. My music tries to capture the relentless whirring, while the melody clings to it like the thread of lived experience.
Twitter.com In the morning the birds sang remarkably well into the not-yet-lived day.
A light promise of muchness and an emerging thread of sweet nothingness.
It is mid-morning. I too often say: I love you. And am in two minds about it. It is true. And the slow and steady current running beneath this day, that is advancing now. It is superfluous. And has an edge of wanting attention, when I can leave this stream, this ocean of love entirely alone.
It is lunch time. The reflection of the sun in the canal blinds me. Have you ever run along the canal with closed eyes? Listen carefully, this is not London. It is Utopia Village, where other runners smile at you and I run farther.
It is afternoon. Two spicy cookies and a cup of instant coffee. A fleeting wink, as the clock trudges on.
Evening is approaching. Dusk coming down and hugging this city. Levelling. Slowing time and movement.
Night has come. As you are not here, I will not be wasting any further words of mine.
The poem today to me represents the very deepest human struggle of two people coming to terms with the power each has, and in the course of which, coming to terms with themselves. The improvisation represents this struggle in the lyrical 'cello' melody. The one-ness of the two and the whole process is represented by the C-major triads in the upper register...
One or two chrysalises
I start to see the plan you have.
I had not planned this myself, you know.
Never thought of two, only the one and the many.
So, now that it is you and I, as you are attached to my side, my
heart and brain,
I got momentarily lost.
The I got another.
You can not plan for what you never experienced before.
All is changed, very different – slow down, run away.
That is the familiar response to any change.
Can you fathom the space of a minuscule moment in time where this can
be entertained,
when in truth this heart is doing somersaults and this brain can not
Astrid sent me a very sensual poem about words. I imagined words initially falling like petals on the body, touching different parts, different colours, getting different responses, but always contained within a regulating framework like a beating heart which holds this fragile moment together. Gradually things become more solid, freer to play with the regulation, freer to dance, secure in each others nature... Words I will overwhelm you with words today.
Words of affection, wrapped around my tongue, pushed deep into your mouth. Words of endearment, slightly licking the corners of you upper lip, trailing your cheek and reaching your ear. Words of lust, moving slowly under you.
Hold on, so many more words I found to give to you.
These are words of thinking with you on matters far beyond ourselves. These are words of emotional rationality which takes care of you and me. These are words of vision of what love amongst equals can accomplish.
Words of laughter. Words of sweetness. Words of fairness. Words of politeness. Words of musing. Words of nonsense. Words of light.
Fortuitous words.
Words to illuminate and to evolve that which is occurring between us.
monday: I hear the laughter at my determination not to miss you tuesday: I spread my wings wednesday: I drink and am merry thursday: I create my future friday: make haste, my love, as I get ready saturday: secret and unspeakable things sunday: peace
I've tried to capture each day as a different mood. Not sure the music quite works, but there are some moments...
