Experimental Movement

Kuduro


Drum and Bass

the cosine of love

Can you calculate
the cosine of love?
Can your algorithms,
Inject meaning unto the heavens above?
A circadian rhythm leaves undefined,
the death knell at the end of your time
No statistic can bereave a single death
Nor variable take a single breath
Sheet music fails to uplift the soul
A match without flame ignites no coal...

April 25th - The Rescue!

therescue.invisiblechildren.com

April 25th! 100 cities across the world, certainly one near you! GO!

Don't be the ripple in the waters of life that moved not even a leaf, that did not even touch a fellow ripple!

Become a current, amalgamate, become a wave! As we gain momentum and approach a critical mass, let us become a tsunami, a hurricane, a typhoon! Let us show this world what it means to truly exist!

Be part of something! Will you idly stand by as those less fortunate suffer? Know this: we support a structure that is inherently oppressive to others, and we benefit from that structure. It is a privilege to be able to act! It is also a responsibility!

"The nocturnal procession of children, of more children, and more child, so frightened, so quiet, so beautiful" - Elie Wiesel

I was never there to witness,
The outer limits of humanity's sickness,
Capacity to brutalize,
A machine to systematically dehumanize...

I cannot claim to understand
The essence of identity in man,
But for that delicate trail
Fragile, but not frail,
to a culture defined by oppression and genocide,
to a people with personhood denied,
to a time and a place
we were taken, no trace.
And I know the numbers, the lives claimed,
I know of the suffering, the bodies and psyches maimed,
But for all the tally-keeping,
It is the faces of the innocent that sets my heart a-weeping...

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A mere picture of the faces of the Holocaust has the capacity to bring me to uncontrollable tears. It does not matter where I am, or with who... For all the illusory and diaphanous nature of cultural identity, I cannot deny that I am connected at a deeper level than I can comprehend, to my ancestry. I wish I understood these things... I can only feel them, trickling down my face, leaving a saltine trace.

Petitioning The Muse for the Devil's Sigh

How do I act upon the intent
To allow myself to slip,
Into the space where the lights relent?
Fed, the darkness grows
I follow, where the shadows go,
I trail them, by scent and intuition,
Tracking, to the source of religion
The refuge, of the forgotten, of the forbidden,
Of the internally hidden.
Cast from consciousness,
and buried deep within
Implied behind every grin,
Or in the glimmer of the eye,
Betrays the devil's sigh.

This is human.

Man: The Global Taint

We take for granted that which we did not make,
Blind to the source from which we take
Are you afraid to recognize
Through consumption you die,
Because you fail to create,
Entropy is the fate
Of the species without restraint
Man becomes... the Global Taint

You: Antithesis to Inspiration

When the going gets smooth,
Suddenly I think of you
Of what evaluation you may surmise,
Suddenly my inspiration dies...
Should I look to you to justify,
The movement of my soul,
Whether wordly, kinetic, or musical?