one of my favorite to do is to go around my affluent neighborhood and listen to the windchimes. small, large, wooden, metal, i follow them. the thought, simply by placing something on your porch, you can make music. without thought, without expression, without creation. just a moment, present in a light gust.
just that, like many other experiences lead me back to death. like any overtaking it cannot be invited or feared. cessation, can only be thought of like a light gust. chilling sometimes, or comforting in it's warmth, it contains no qualities of its own. but how can a corpse be so abject? easily. it's the remainder. i am fearing to be the remainder. the rustle of an autumn leaf in a light gust, known as leaf.
when i last talked to someone about death, she saw it as an absence of light, i of sound. i though of the absence of is as th absence of memory of those things, even. we both feared being trapped in our bodies.
having difficulty meditating these days, and my sleep has been dreamless. i think i may be lonely. i feel like a remainder.
just that, like many other experiences lead me back to death. like any overtaking it cannot be invited or feared. cessation, can only be thought of like a light gust. chilling sometimes, or comforting in it's warmth, it contains no qualities of its own. but how can a corpse be so abject? easily. it's the remainder. i am fearing to be the remainder. the rustle of an autumn leaf in a light gust, known as leaf.
when i last talked to someone about death, she saw it as an absence of light, i of sound. i though of the absence of is as th absence of memory of those things, even. we both feared being trapped in our bodies.
having difficulty meditating these days, and my sleep has been dreamless. i think i may be lonely. i feel like a remainder.
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try this, for Vasks anyhow..
Otherwise.. Gubaidulina, Gorecki, Part, Kancheli, Rautavaara, Kurtag, eotvos are all along those same lines.. Hovhanness, too, though that's in a somewhat different category.