4 posts from July 2008
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In the improbable reality of long forgotten,naive aspiration. Beyond the Oblivion Zone of electronic facsimile, there iz no, and/or, only ampersand,&, {and/and}. How it iz , iz well remembered. Simple, singular, without opposition. No left, no right, that any fool may know. The future may not be held captive as a prize, nor brandished like a lure.
Intelligence may transcend the relativity of all things, mortal, in decay.In the elemental equation, Life iz the mysterious Zero, beyond which iz the void, without which there would be no point, there would be no equation.No answer, no question,No opinion, How it iz, iz how it iz. Man transcends to brahman, God transcends to brahman, all enduring principle transcends to brahman. One concurs with one. One in accord. Without contradiction. One may not touch the Life but one may not be without it. God may confirm what only a fool may understand, In denial the fool knows, there would be no life. without which there would be no God. Primal cause , The singularity of existential truth. The word decays to beyond the void, the Life retains the unspoken meaning of the living breath. The fool remembers with simplicity what learned scholars may forget. "Doing the do iz all." Sez Iznibz.
Beyond This...There iz no beyond. The journey iz the destination.
I am getting some tunes together. The "Strictly Kitchen " collection. Little snippets , no bigger than the old singles.
Flute, drum and spoken word.They will be published one at a time, to form an eventual compilation album.I don't expect anyone to like the stuff, I just love making the music.The breathing out in thanks for the breathing in. As each item is published here, I will also send it to the archive with a Creative Commons copyright.My biggest problem at present is my computer illiteracy. I will do the best I can with the bits I understand.
I anticipate neither fame nor fortune for my efforts,but by investing my poverty well, other dividends will assuredly materialize. Oblivion's Own, Iznibz Wazir.
Pioneering in the wake of the Juggernaut displaced and marginalised. Terrestrial culture is reestablished, ahead of all season. We occupy the future to regain the Fabled realm. The choiceless option,unconditional victory or mutual destruction assured.
As things iz easy sed, There iz much else yet that we must do.
The Journeyman's Rest emerges from the mud, we are elevated to the place of life's renewal.
Earth, we did not abandon you. We both were pressed to serve ignoble master's cause and now released from the bondage of his ignorance,we may resume the singular renaissance of our craft.
"By the light that casts no shadow, we ain't done yet," sez Iz,
" and Doing the Do iz all."