"The mind can't help trying to say something true. Nothing wrong with that, unless it believes in what it says. We become fundamentalists of our own constructions. Perhaps poetry is what saves us from ourselves, from our continuous surrender to the siren of our own voice claiming to tell the truth. The will of the poem to continue, to keep coming back, to leave behind the already said -- a rescue mission from a part of the mind that knows better. But this too is uncertain."
George Quasha "Uncertainties" Open Space Magazine issue 17/18 spring 2015/fall 2015
In Session at the Tintinabulary
March 5, 2018
Gradus 329 - Neal Kosály-Meyer
full to the brim of proceeding or of not proceeding
what of what we have heard can we discover in what we are hearing now?
2nd part opens with entrances
the expanse of it isn't necessary for the bare presentation of the combinations
it is though for the enduring of it, the exploring of it, the surviving of it
repeat a pattern
vary a pattern
go elsewhere from a pattern
go elsewhere from places in it
gambits of mind-making
progressions draw lines or dig ruts
March 6, 2018
Ruined It - Your Mother Should Know - Karen Eisenbrey, drums and vocals; Neal Kosály-Meyer, acoustic guitar and vocals
March 8, 2018
Ruined It - Your Mother Should Know - Karen Eisenbrey, tambourine and maracas; Neal Kosály-Meyer, electric guitar, piano, and glockenspiel
I spent two evenings recording a bunch of tracks for YMSK.