Three
dimensional computer simulation of a
reaction-diffusion system. A
filamentous organizing center emanates
"scroll ring" patterns. A. Winfree,
cardiology.
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Notes
on Moment
It has layers of sound, water fire and
air. Burbling water below, faster higher
hiss above, then a higher still breezy
drone. They were like harmonics of each
other going from lower to higher in the
sound editing program.
The
Spoken Word piece called Moment, is
incantatory, working through meanings of
moment, which is both time and the general
term for the variations around the mean in
a probability distribution. Mean is the
first moment, denotes expectation;
standard deviation, the square
root of the variance from the mean,
is the second moment. I think of it
like tuning, around a central
core.
I
wonder if I have actually given a sense of
these.
The voice in the poem is looking to hear
the "music of the spheres".
And he makes an analogy with the chamber
using of his own heart.
It is kind of an incantatory algebra,
subtly moving, shifting meaning, with
sometimes just the shift of a letter, like
turn to tune, and tour or the double
actual triple meaning of the same
word, moment -- the third is the moment
of inertia, the resistance to
turning, or the resistance to stop
turning.
It is a thinking man's poetry, hopefully
the repetition is musical enough to be
enchanting, so one doesn't have to think
too much.
Then I had some generative chill going on,
with a synthesizer pad.
And an obsessive piano going.
That might have turned it into mud, maybe
not.
I am reticent to upload it to Hitmotel,
for my own voice recording was clipped,
--I had the microphone sensitivity too
high, driving into distortion, so I should
do the recording again. And also the mix
program just hammers voice. Wants to treat
everything like an instrument, lock it
into its measure. So I should do the mix
again.
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