what music are you listening to now

[Dekalb_Blues]

herald --  Q: ".... a simorgh?"'

Hello, Herald, I'm glad you found my post's contents of interest. A: Yes. And, as well, a beautifully-executed symbolic depiction of the enigma that is superorganism -- or as Ra calls a certain form of it, social memory complex...  the Sufi dervishes have a technical term, 'jam ("concentration", "the state of being gathered" or "collected")  for a certain relatively "mystical" melding of balanced, sovereign individuals (who are all on the same spiritual page in an essential way... birds of a feather, don't you know!) into a synergistic co-creative group entity under expert direction, for purposes of expedited guided evolution. Certain kinds of human groupings need skilled outside assemblers and arrangers, who then set the group in buzzing blooming self-regulating motion according to its own existential logic, trusting that crucial emergent qualities of serene sentience will spontaneously organically arise in a way that will benefit all. At any rate, it's better than a poke in the eye with a sharp stick, and keeps the Seekers off the streets, where they might scare the horses. The term "jamming" was much later taken up by Western jazz musicians (and later, perhaps most famously, by Bob Marley) to describe freely-flowing, in-the-groovily spontaneous-improvisational ensemble playing; is it any wonder that the most vibrantly alive music is made in such a way?



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YuQ2FWGnGrc


(Of course, not everybody's with the avian program:

 )

The same kind of e-pluribus-unum surreal-mélange thing has traditionally been done with the figure of the elephant, another symbol of the Sufi Way:

  Shades of Arcimboldo! http://jamestownelementaryartblog.blogsp...fruit.html

Related to this mysterious pachyderm in a sort of inside-out way is the Sufi teaching-story of the "Blind Men and the Elephant"...






Hope is the thing with feathers

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I’ve heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

--Emily Dickinson [1830 - 1886]


Thought-Bird Song [translated from the Sumari]

The birds outside my window
Are your thoughts sent to me
They come flying; fledglings.
I feed them bread crumbs
So they do not go hungry,
Then they perch on the tree branch
With beaks open, singing:

We come from the nest
Of yesterday and tomorrow.
God bless our journey.
We have flown from the inside
To the outside
World of your knowledge.
The cage door is wide open.
We burst out singing.
We fill all the treetops.
Splendid and glowing.
Tiny as tree bells
We dance on the tree branches
Night and day always.
Listen to us. Feed us.
We are your thoughts winging
Out of the nest of the birth-cage
Into summer and winter.
We perch on the branches
Of the minutes and seconds.
Our song is your heartbeat.
We move with your pulses.
You send us out perfect and shining,
Each living and different
To populate your kingdom.
We sing outside your window
And line up on the rooftops.
Separate and knowing
We peer through the branches,
Surveying the inner
Land of enchantment,
The skyless and timeless
World of our birth.

We fly from our perches
Back and forth to our first nest,
Vanishing inside
The cage of your head,
Then we fly out again
And sing at your window
While you feed us bread crumbs
From your hand.

-- Jane Roberts [1929-1984] http://www.paulhelfrich.com/essays/thought-bird-song/









http://www.writing.upenn.edu/~afilreis/8...3ways.html

  From days of old, keeping a sharp eye on things from high aloft.

 On the job.

[Nía]

Not really my type of music, just got this via someone's blog entry:

[sjel]

[herald]

  breaking rocks.jpg (Size: 12.04 KB / Downloads: 2) Did someone say "boulder-to-ash"?
That reminds me of "Elephant Talk"

Talk, it's only talk
Arguments, agreements, advice
Answers, articulate announcements
It's only talk

Talk, it's only talk
Babble, burble, banter
Bicker bicker bicker
Brouhaha, balderdash, ballyhoo
It's only talk
Backtalk

Talk, talk, talk, it's only talk
Comments, cliches, commentary
Chatter, chit chat -chit chat
Conversation, contradiction, criticism
It's only talk
Cheap talk

Talk, it's only talk
Debates, discussions
(These are words with a "d" this time)
Dialogue, duologue, diatribe
Dissension, declamation
Double talk ... double talk
Talk, talk, it's all talk
Too much talk, small talk
Talk that trash
Expressions, editorials, explanations
Exclamations, exaggerations
It's all talk

[Minyatur]

[Nau7ik]

The mycode option isn't popping up so I can't embed the video...
https://youtu.be/i4ANBQsmS1s
Reconceal & Andy Blueman - The World to Come

I'm pretty sure some of these guys are wanderers. The music touches my higher chakras, particularly resonant in the heart center. Uplifting Trance is beautiful and I wanted to share that beauty with you all

[Cyanatta]

[Dekalb_Blues]

~~








I. NAMING OF PARTS


Vixi duellis nuper idoneus
Et militavi non sine gloria
[Recently I lived suitable for warfare,
and I soldiered not without glory]

To-day we have naming of parts. Yesterday,
We had daily cleaning. And to-morrow morning,
We shall have what to do after firing. But to-day,
To-day we have naming of parts. Japonica
Glistens like coral in all of the neighboring gardens,
          And to-day we have naming of parts.



This is the lower sling swivel. And this
Is the upper sling swivel, whose use you will see,
When you are given your slings. And this is the piling swivel,
Which in your case you have not got. The branches
Hold in the gardens their silent, eloquent gestures,
          Which in our case we have not got.



This is the safety-catch, which is always released
With an easy flick of the thumb. And please do not let me
See anyone using his finger. You can do it quite easy
If you have any strength in your thumb. The blossoms
Are fragile and motionless, never letting anyone see
          Any of them using their finger.



And this you can see is the bolt. The purpose of this
Is to open the breech, as you see. We can slide it
Rapidly backwards and forwards: we call this
Easing the spring. And rapidly backwards and forwards
The early bees are assaulting and fumbling the flowers:
          They call it easing the Spring.



They call it easing the Spring: it is perfectly easy
If you have any strength in your thumb: like the bolt,
And the breech, and the cocking-piece, and the point of balance,
Which in our case we have not got; and the almond-blossom
Silent in all of the gardens and the bees going backwards and forwards,
          For to-day we have naming of parts.

-- Henry Reed, from LESSONS OF THE WAR (1942) http://www.slate.com/articles/arts/poem/...parts.html

победа! Jai ho!

[Jade]

RIP Shannon Hoon, dead 21 years ago today to a cocaine overdose.

[Jade]

RIP Elliott Smith, 13 years passed as of this day to two self inflicted stab wounds in the chest.

[sjel]

the best

[Nicholas]

Reminds me of transformation.

[Nía]

[Nía]

[Cyanatta]

[sunnysideup]

[Cosmo23]

[isis]

[herald]

My Dear Country by Norah Jones.

"My Dear Country"

'Twas Halloween and the ghosts were out,
And everywhere they'd go, they shout,
And though I covered my eyes I knew,
They'd go away.

But fear's the only thing I saw,
And three days later 'twas clear to all,
That nothing is as scary as election day.

But the day after is darker,
And darker and darker it goes,
Who knows, maybe the plans will change,
Who knows, maybe he's not deranged.

The news men know what they know, but they,
Know even less than what they say,
And I don't know who I can trust,
For they come what may.

'cause we believed in our candidate,
But even more it's the one we hate,
I needed someone I could shake,
On election day.

But the day after is darker,
And deeper and deeper we go,
Who knows, maybe it's all a dream,
Who knows if I'll wake up and scream.

I love the things that you've given me,
I cherish you my dear country,
But sometimes I don't understand,
The way we play.

I love the things that you've given me,
And most of all that I am free,
To have a song that I can sing,
On election day.

[Nía]

[AnthroHeart]

My favorite fingerstyle song. I wonder if there's more than one guitar.

[Nía]

[Nía]

[BlatzAdict]

dunno if anyone here is going to like psychadelic surf hipster rock. oh well. lately it's the only thing i like. these days. 

"As you predicted, I GOT LOST INSIDE A THOUGHT"

[video=youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lKuGtAkcszU [/video]

bright sky sounds like a generic song until you get a minute in and start listening to their chord changes which tend to be different than what most bands pick. i like it.









Out of tune is the greatest representation i could find of the musical interpretation of attempts by the higher self to contact and alert the waking consciousness.

[BlatzAdict]

this makes me feel like we are at a prom... it would be funny if this was played at homecoming .... at the homecoming dance rofl. slooow dance 80's montage style rofl. courting the maiden.. hahahahaha

[Minyatur]

All the ways of a fool... They are right in his own eyes...

[sunnysideup]

[Nía]

[Dekalb_Blues]

~~


Sophie Hunger -- "Shape", from Monday's Ghost (2009)


Aster Aweke -- "Yedi Gosh" ["My Guy"] from Kabu [Sacred Stones] (1991)


P J Harvey -- "The Wind", Is This Desire? (1998)


Georgette Da Mocidade -- "Kirie" from A Moça do Mar [A Woman from the Sea] Brazil, 1976
Giddyap! "... I can't deny what I came for, I can't deny..."


Neysa Ricciardi with Randell Kirsch, guitar and --- Ronstadt, cello (2013)




On a not-wholly-unrelated note -- the new First Lady of the United States, Mdm Melania Trump (née Melanija Knavs, April 26, 1970, in Nov Mesto in southeastern Slovenia (then part of Yugoslavia); married Donald Trump, 2005; had first son and attained U.S. citizenship, 2006 :


 

[Nía]

Americans google 'how do I emigrate?' as searches for 'end of the world' rise around the planet