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we have reached the era, where music has reached the status of scent - music is so abundant, so exponential, that it equals the status of perfumes - the deconstruction of the wind, into the drum-kit construct of rhythm, the very african base for rhythm, it has created a plethora... there is so music in the air, that it's hard to keep up... i see this as the first major implosion of the pentagram... i don't know what sight is based upon, but there can't be a plethora of it... given some things are visible, and other are invisible... this is the grand libra pivot though: how scent merged with music, to describe itself between themselves... classical music had little rhythm in terms of drums, and had little melody, conquering the space with liszt ior chopin technique... modern music is much about drums, and so little about "melody"; well, in fact, it is far more melodic than classical music... for there is a base... the more simple the music the more melodic is its tact... a **** or a slapstick moment is always more funny than elaborating the "joke" into a witty anecdote... by now we scent more "colours" than actually see more, the orange of mango, the orange of a mandarin, the yellow of a banana, the yellow of a lemon, the green of a cucumber, the green of a watermelon... thankful i am, to be alive, when the plethora of scent, congregates with the explosion of music, just what the white dude would do, having exported africans to america, and abandon the winds, and take to drum his right of being, against the earth.
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Aug 7, 2017
Aug 7, 2017 at 10:04 PM UTC
the plethora of a pentagram implosion
we have reached the era, where music has reached the status of scent - music is so abundant, so exponential, that it equals the status of perfumes - the deconstruction of the wind, into the drum-kit construct of rhythm, the very african base for rhythm, it has created a plethora... there is so music in the air, that it's hard to keep up... i see this as the first major implosion of the pentagram... i don't know what sight is based upon, but there can't be a plethora of it... given some things are visible, and other are invisible... this is the grand libra pivot though: how scent merged with music, to describe itself between themselves... classical music had little rhythm in terms of drums, and had little melody, conquering the space with liszt ior chopin technique... modern music is much about drums, and so little about "melody"; well, in fact, it is far more melodic than classical music... for there is a base... the more simple the music the more melodic is its tact... a **** or a slapstick moment is always more funny than elaborating the "joke" into a witty anecdote... by now we scent more "colours" than actually see more, the orange of mango, the orange of a mandarin, the yellow of a banana, the yellow of a lemon, the green of a cucumber, the green of a watermelon... thankful i am, to be alive, when the plethora of scent, congregates with the explosion of music, just what the white dude would do, having exported africans to america, and abandon the winds, and take to drum his right of being, against the earth.
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Aug 7, 2017 at 10:04 PM UTC
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