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Saturday, November 26, 2016

poem: chiaroscuro


the light
illuminates the corner
out of spite
highlights the emptiness
and underlines the loss.
all the scars come into view
when the light hits at just the right angle
like a beam across a prism
the spectrum is displayed.
this life
a symptom of disease
a beginning with an end
a brief wind through ancient trees
a fortress no one can defend.
these trials
herculean and daunting
yet cathartic and redeeming
despite the cruelest haunting
the clouds begin receding.
the light
envelops darkness
in a strangling embrace.
i begin to see my shadow
stretched out like a corpse
i catch a glimmer of my life
as i look up from the floor.


Wednesday, November 23, 2016

Kant Measure Weight in Grams: the Ultimate Truth of the Moon Pie

     Sometimes I think I should place a disclaimer proclaiming: "Contents may unsettle."  This will not be one of those situations as I expound upon the pound (the unit of measure not the place for abandoned animals, that would be unsettling).
     In order to appease their devotees, manufacturers of certain snack foods reassure that "contents may settle; product is packaged by weight not volume."  It promises twelve ounces but the bag of mostly air leaves us feeling somewhat empty.  Perhaps such things should be packaged by density to consider both mass and volume?
     Let's take a Moon Pie to the moon.  Upon consulting Moon Pie's nutrition facts I find it "weighs" 57 grams.  The more correct way to put this is a Moon Pie has a mass of 57 grams since weight is gravity dependent.  Accounting for the difference in gravity, the Moon Pie is virtually weightless on the moon.  You can calculate it manually or use a conversion calculator for different planets.
     My point to all of this is if you are buying snack foods by weight on different planets the quality of the deal you are getting will vary based on gravitational fields.
     No, actually that is not my point, it is merely an extended introduction to an analogy and I don't eat Moon Pies on this planet or any others. 
     Mass, though useful in scientific formulae, doesn't have direct meaning for us as inhabitants of Earth and therefore subject to its gravity of 9.82 newtons.  Newton brings to mind powdered wigs and frilly things like how Immanuel Kant is dressed here for his portrait.
     The Moon Pie's mass of 57 grams is unchanging amidst its interstellar wanderings and is sort of like the "thing in itself," independent of gravity or our perceptions.  We can't really know the ultimate truth of the Moon Pie (Kant would say noumena because the Moon Pie hadn't been invented yet) because of our limitations; we can only experience it subject to our sensory perception which includes the gravity on our planet.  To know the ultimate truth of the Moon Pie would be to know the ultimate truth of reality itself which thanks to Newton's not-so-frilly successors in the world of physics may be much less of an "ultimate truth" than originally described by both scientists and philosophers.       

Saturday, November 19, 2016

Interview with Bacchus, #1

Jen: Should I call you Bacchus or Dionysus?

Bacchus: Either is fine, just don't call me late for the orgy!

Jen: I would expect you to be quite an aficionado on fine wine.  Do you prefer whites or reds?

Bacchus: I don't discriminate.  

Jen: What about beer?

Bacchus: My frat boy followers seem rather enamored with it.  But I've never tried it myself.

Jen: How do you see your role in today's modern society?

Bacchus: I'm here to show people how to have a good time and get in touch with their true selves.  Put down the phone and pick up the goblet!  Let's shed our moral coils!

Wednesday, November 9, 2016

Unsavory intervals?

     Does your tongue love the taste and texture of hot fudge?  Do your eyes enjoy the sight of it slowly invading and usurping the territory of vanilla ice cream?  Is there some subtle olfactory amalgam of maraschino cherry/chocolate/vanilla bean that sends your nose atwitter?
     As a vegan, I don't endorse any of the above except maybe the cherry sans the Red #40 (I prefer the sensory delights of a tofu/wheatgrass/sprout surprise naturally).  As a musician, I can tell you that there is a musical equivalent to a hot fudge sundae: intervals your ear loves to hear.  Conversely, there are leafy green tonics in the musical world and if you hear one of them you will want to move quickly to dessert to cover up the earthy taste...unless you're an outlier like me.
     When Pythagoras broke his flute in half in a fit of anger over GoogleMaps' inability to give directions solely as a series of hypotenuses, he noticed something pleasing when he played it that almost assuaged his ire.  Let's say the first flute played the note "A" that vibrates at 440 Hz.  The half-flute also plays an A but will have twice the frequency: 880 Hz.  When played together they form an interval called an octave, which is very pleasing to the ear (provided both flutes are properly tuned, else it will be auditorture) as are its mathematical variants.  I won't go into all of those because I want to introduce the so-called dissonant intervals, i.e. the pairs of notes that create tension that you want to hear resolve (into consonance, of course.  Dissonance is for dissidents!)
     First, let's take a gander at two almost-octave intervals: the major seventh (a half-step short of an octave) and the minor ninth (with a half-step too much).  Remember that these have been historically unpopular intervals that were surely thought to incite riot.  So it may come as no surprise that one of the best examples of a minor ninth is the opening to Rage Against the Machine's "Killing in the Name Of."  In stark contrast, John Tavener's "The Protecting Veil" frequently features musical sentences ending with the cello descending into a minor ninth.  This was my first introduction to the interval and the unsettling feeling it gave me stayed with me and I continue to use it in my own works, following my aesthetic that art should always unsettle (a topic I will expand in another post).
     Quickly, we consider the minor second, which is a half step itself (two adjacent piano keys).  Everyone knows this as the infamous prelude to a shark attack in Jaws.  Finally, there is the augmented fourth aka diminished fifth lovingly known by such monikers as the tritone and the Devil's Interval.  Despite the early church's proscription, bad boy madrigalist Gesualdo used it here and there.  Not nearly so scandalous in our modern times, it forms the musical backbone of "Cool" and "Maria" from West Side Story by Leonard Bernstein.
     I've played them for you below, trying to illustrate where they are located on the piano should you like to learn them too and join the dark side.
       

Sunday, November 6, 2016

Biblioteca Infinita

       I have good news and bad news (but those terms themselves are merely subjective).  The bad news is that no stroke of pen on paper can truly wriggle its way into existence for the first time.  Unseen, however, it still may be.  Discovery, not creation, becomes the mechanism.
     The infinite library depicted in Jorge Luis Borges' Library of Babel has been brought to life in cyberspace: Library of Babel.  It's like the sequencing of the genome: if that got you feeling all warm and fuzzy then you'll love this.

Prism Wall

     He pulled the hoop over me and I found myself in a surreal cocoon. I was there, but apart. The separation in question was a prism wall.
     Twelvish, my best friend and I were at the science museum. I was standing in a bubble. 
     A bubble is many things save permanent. It is an event: ephemeral and extraordinary. Languid, the soap lies dormant and amorphous in its crass colored container. An agent must bring it into existence; it must be breathed into life. In this way it is like music and dance; incapable of self-execution.