Just kept on Going Going.
And when you kick in… the perfect vibration… and it licks the inside of my skull.. the closest. It scrapes out all the shit. Thats all that was needed. Lets realise that… yes. its good..
So i hoped out just far enough from the end. I took time to see it without the rest. I took the time to feel the wind unhindered. The bench was waiting for the next body. The cyclist just kep on going.. washing by like a flash floods… tsssssssssssSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAA!aaaaaaaaaa and then he was gone.. the corner revealed his tail lights… reaching the next hill and looping off into the ridge.. the wall… the grind. And the familiar looked so serene… so simple. Yellow.
The milk man dropped off the simple things a little early.. Someone to come home to these days… the nights are cold enough to keep it fresh, and that constant rhythm had a taxi man with smiles and smiles… for miles and miles… every green happy… every yellow laugh… nothing replaces he who is happy with his lot… and he was appreciative of the gesture…
The night kept on cooling… and drops formed on the end of some blade of glass somewhere…
… wheres my keys?
Bubbling Blue Screams of Light Intense
And we wonder who there was in that person… why that person? and we wandered and wondered. They execute with perfection the failed week and the demolished sanctuary of the fearful world. This will not be televised.. do i have the ability to express over this jive? This verbal poetry? Yikes thats another gem in the forest… it makes your head spin in movement amazing. In strength disaster.
This wont be the last.. and yet the time is constant.. the time is ever strolling towards the finish line.. the start of yet another day of execution.. on either side of the fence… lets set ourselves up right in the middle of that wooden forest.. let’s get sorted.. lets find a toilet bowl with meaning..
Meaning… errrrrg in this temple the meaning makes perfect sense… i think
Just in the shadow stood….
….Representative… been there seen that. And everyone slouched around him, and everyone understood the light blue.
Hazey liquid, looping in air turbines… twisting wet tongues around every limb… pulled up and around we lose ourselves in the fabric.. lose ourselves in the bubbling everyday music… the urban and suburban music, the slow rhythmic predictable… the even handed sanity of it all… the 4/4 groove… nothing changes and nothing needs to change..
And i stood attempting to give him the respect he deserved… the grey air whispering the truth.. all as the groove let loose another punishing power.. another wave of electricity..
And gurgling it down week by week… we hesitate at the struggle and ignore the easy. It’s never more than another piece of earth in the furnace… it’s never more than that.
So you wont know…
….’till you take your head out and sort the mess.
I have been floating around the target for days now… application to the important things perhaps and thats fantastic, but there are still obligations. Some things are seamless.. you don’t know where one thing starts and the other ends. But now i know that there must be structure to most things in order for them to work the way you want. Perhaps a compromise will make the goal easier to reach… I may want one thing… but i wont have that opportunity until i try another thing.. and now it seems like a mess. Perhaps because it is all slower, perhaps because it is all up in the air and i don’t know what i am doing exactly. I have all the tools sitting there and looking at me.. but i fail to apply what is needed… as if my body has given up.
Put the pieces together and sort it out, its that simple.
So lets sort it out – right here and now… what is there to consider..
The Life – and all Six parts of it…
The Book – and the hours that must be committed
The Occupation – And the Deadlines
The Airwaves – That open my eyes
The Words – To which this will go a long way
The Noises – that are everywhere and i am missing at every opportunity
The New Music – that has a new face, one that i have yet to say hello to
The Images – That forever will be lost
The Old Music – That feeds the veins
And i wonder if it is at all possible… we will knock off one in three short weeks.. the others as time passes.. but there is nothing stopping the on going practice… the ongoing ideals and ideas.
Dont listen to them, this time its just you – it’s just you, and you have to do it…. you have to sort out the mess – This is where you like to be.
In the black – between lightbulbs that shine on nothing within your walls.. blank canvas – double guarded.. not obliged to be or do anything – let loose and free to be free. They say it is inferior – they say they are superior… what they dont understand is the liberation of it all – no longer involved in it.. it doesn’t matter who you know and what you said and did with who and where.. its not about this or that event any more… its not about the involvement, it’s not about that time we will meet…
… it’s just a number between 1 and 100. Its just another percentage, just another average, just another one.
It’s not the difference you will point out.
And why did it start here? Why in this way, so subtle.. i returned to this, left it for so long and wondered why it had not reared it’s head before.. and i am thankful for what i have.. and the 13 that i never even noticed coming and going. The other 12 had seemed so substantial… but now its just another number… and i rejoice in reaching the point when it is just another number before 24….36….48…. and whenever else…
There is nothing better.. and smiles will shine from the black, as i dip my head in different waves, some older and some more contemporary. This is not just about the best new vibrations any more… must take time to sort it out and lift the roof up higher.
Expansion… development… enhance and perfect. .. perfect… and be proud.
There is another reason…
…. Oh look at that noise…i should dip the head now.
Long and deep and rise to 8 more… decent and to my standard.. like a good servent. Stop that silly noise. We rise to another one, another great explosion of sound and …oh dear.
Should dip the head.
long and deep
….
Because You Got Eyes on Good and Tight
Heavy loads will sometimes come on slowly… didn’t see it rise out of the sunshine i must say… and now at the tail end I’m flat on it, pushing empty onto downhill slopes, hoping for momentum to find the way. Oh but it was a fun ride… and i know that with this drop into the unknown i will rise with the sun and find another mountain to climb in the shade..
Easy peasy they say, but we got eyes to groove on and they are good and tight… reveal that to the senses and let it get fixed up good for the Sunday parade.
You have another wave of ill thinking? another bazillion to spend and make perfect for the future. investment investment investment. If we take away the bass perhaps it will be easier for the lighter stuff to float up their noses… This one is a keeper i think
But just because you got eyes…. on good and tight.
Ill let that one slip towards you and you can deal with it how you like.
Its a simple equator.. long and round… could have been flat. But just because…
… i really will.
Oh what to think,
You go and come, and fold out a new one. Its been awhile and now i look back and wonder how i reacted.
It was funny and long, stupid and funny.
But the liquid memories make sense now, it was and it was great. And IT was.
Maybe i should go and find my own, Link fire to them and see if they rise up into the sky. There was every sense of the world in that time. So little to worry and constant improvement in everything. Ahhhh but now i have come to disregard the other stuff… the things that are best forgotten. It was long after all.
Ill still go and find them.. that year of long… ups and downs.
Guess id like to thank them… i smiled a lot.
Backbreaking and Electrical Intelligence
In one of my less productive early morning sit downs i stumbled upon this talk by Torsten Reil-
http://www.ted.com/talks/torsten_reil_studies_biology_to_make_animation.html
-he discusses his work on computer animation and a new approach that they were taking in 2003 (when this was filmed), where the act of animating a specific set actions of a figure in a computer game would be replaced by the idea that the developers would instead simulate a virtual nervous system based on our own growing knowledge of the human nervous system. This would then be given control of some virtual body parts and given time and direction to evolve.
“Spooky”, was my first reaction when looking at how these figures were gradually growing and learning – artificial intelligence growing on its own (within the limits of the creators of paramaters of course…but still – spooky no?)
Aaanyway, while I watched this short presentation I began to wonder how this technology has been applied to gaming in general in the last few years. While I had played extremely intelligent games like Half Life 2 – where the physics engine was ground breaking and a whole new level of reality had been achieved – i still didnt feel like i had seen the posibilities and the element of individuality within a game that this technology provided… perhaps the development had to wait for other facets of computer game production to develop?
Well i did a little investigation and stumbled upon this gem. A new sports game is due to be released this Autumn on the XBOX 360 and PS3 (maybe others) called Backbreaker – never has an american football game had a more apt name. This game boasts the realism and individuality that gamers seek in sports games and that Mr. Reil was demonstrating back in 2003. For the first time we are seeing true intelligent gameplay and near human movement and chance.
“Every Tackle is Different”
I dont even like American Football, but im gonna give this one a go… have a look.. simply brilliant… and there is so much room for improvement!
