Coltrane,baseball, and Monday Morning at the speed of Swayne
Genius is simply the completes objectivity; that is, the objective tendency of the mind. Genius is the power of leaving ones own interests, wishes, and aims entirely out of sight, of entirely renouncing ones own personality for a time, so as to remain pure knowing subject, clear vision of the world. Genius holds up to us the magic glass in which all that is essential and significant appears to us collected and placed in the clearest light, and what is accidental and foreign is left out. The pleasure which he receives from all beauty, the consolation which art affords, the enthusiasm of the artists, enable him to forget the cares of life and repay him for the suffering that increases in proportion to the clearness of consciousness, and for desert loneliness among a different race of men. --Arthur Schopenhauer.
Keep that in mind, for we will revisit the idea again after I spit out this long Monday morning whirl of intellectual dust and debris. It is another day in paradise which currently happens to be a slightly wheezy house in South Philly. We have been in a constant struggle with technology in our house, computers seem to come here to die and visit the great binary Valhalla in the digital wasteland of post modern sky. I am finally able to have my great Hemingway-esque war to report and record; however, my frontline looks more like a prop closet for star wars then the bleak starched landscapes of the great Wars; my words are only polished sound bytes that I have filtered through the narrow bandwidth of my luminous imagination. I digress like satanic messages played on a backward record built of cocaine lust and synthetic flames of clothing, glittering at 45 revolutions per minuteI had many things which evolved over the last few days that have changed the direction of my mental feet and allowed me to hyper jump into a feeling of pure pajama which is my definition of pure unadulterated bliss and ease of my mind. I have also made some more connections in the rotating cast of the life of Swayne-
1) My faith in the human as an ever evolving creature capable of correcting mistakes in life and rising above has been restored by the return of some items that me and the Bella had loaned out many months ago. The return of these items puts a swagger in my step balance has been restored there.
2) Of no surprise to me really when taking in context over time to reflect is that every person whom I admire in a musical realm has studied Bela Bartok and StravinskyOn a musical and nerd infested notethis makes me feel like there is some sort of inner-ear purpose to the madness which is my music collection.
3) John Coltrane shares Mama Shins love of baseball, and owned a house on North 11th which is a few blocks from where I restored a place for over a year. This brings me to the quote above. That was used in reference to {friend, and fellow band mate during the Earl Bostic years, Joe Knight} on response to saying If you want to understand Coltrane read Schopenhauers definition of genius.
On that note-I will leave you with one of my favorite Coltrane pieces, and resume my human obligations for the day.
That sorrow which obsessed me during my youth was not caused by lack of amusement, because I could have had it; neither from lack of friends, because I could have found them. That sorrow was caused by inward ailment which made me love solitude. It killed in me the inclination for games and amusement.- Kahlil Gibran
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KULU SE MAMA-Coltrane
Genius is simply the completes objectivity; that is, the objective tendency of the mind. Genius is the power of leaving ones own interests, wishes, and aims entirely out of sight, of entirely renouncing ones own personality for a time, so as to remain pure knowing subject, clear vision of the world. Genius holds up to us the magic glass in which all that is essential and significant appears to us collected and placed in the clearest light, and what is accidental and foreign is left out. The pleasure which he receives from all beauty, the consolation which art affords, the enthusiasm of the artists, enable him to forget the cares of life and repay him for the suffering that increases in proportion to the clearness of consciousness, and for desert loneliness among a different race of men. --Arthur Schopenhauer.
Keep that in mind, for we will revisit the idea again after I spit out this long Monday morning whirl of intellectual dust and debris. It is another day in paradise which currently happens to be a slightly wheezy house in South Philly. We have been in a constant struggle with technology in our house, computers seem to come here to die and visit the great binary Valhalla in the digital wasteland of post modern sky. I am finally able to have my great Hemingway-esque war to report and record; however, my frontline looks more like a prop closet for star wars then the bleak starched landscapes of the great Wars; my words are only polished sound bytes that I have filtered through the narrow bandwidth of my luminous imagination. I digress like satanic messages played on a backward record built of cocaine lust and synthetic flames of clothing, glittering at 45 revolutions per minuteI had many things which evolved over the last few days that have changed the direction of my mental feet and allowed me to hyper jump into a feeling of pure pajama which is my definition of pure unadulterated bliss and ease of my mind. I have also made some more connections in the rotating cast of the life of Swayne-
1) My faith in the human as an ever evolving creature capable of correcting mistakes in life and rising above has been restored by the return of some items that me and the Bella had loaned out many months ago. The return of these items puts a swagger in my step balance has been restored there.
2) Of no surprise to me really when taking in context over time to reflect is that every person whom I admire in a musical realm has studied Bela Bartok and StravinskyOn a musical and nerd infested notethis makes me feel like there is some sort of inner-ear purpose to the madness which is my music collection.
3) John Coltrane shares Mama Shins love of baseball, and owned a house on North 11th which is a few blocks from where I restored a place for over a year. This brings me to the quote above. That was used in reference to {friend, and fellow band mate during the Earl Bostic years, Joe Knight} on response to saying If you want to understand Coltrane read Schopenhauers definition of genius.
On that note-I will leave you with one of my favorite Coltrane pieces, and resume my human obligations for the day.
That sorrow which obsessed me during my youth was not caused by lack of amusement, because I could have had it; neither from lack of friends, because I could have found them. That sorrow was caused by inward ailment which made me love solitude. It killed in me the inclination for games and amusement.- Kahlil Gibran
transmission complete-
KULU SE MAMA-Coltrane