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JS CARIE Apr 2018
Even though we view film through digital waves
And seldom we listen to sounds from our phones
Not because of origins lost, nor are they a
preference
but convenience is certain.

     The artwork on a hardback, the crave and feel and smell and print of words on an actual page. All combine a vehicle to drive a paper filled book.

     That circular rotation after the needle drops and scratches the vinyl. How the air wisks on a linear circumferential spin, and the volume on zero still has an audio track with an ear on top.

      Feeling the wooden pencil in the grip of our hands as each word is thought and erased and the faint smear of the leads dismissal or scribbled out, leaving proof of another thought made better or changed and not eradicated from existence as it would backspacing an android tablet device.

These are what make us and glue us and keep us similar and drawn to each other. Not the former first two. But the latter 3 that make us and define us, you and I. Analog people.
A H Butler Nov 2017
Lying teeth

-
         Creep
                                Dearer.
-
silence roars.
The closer it contracts,
further it draws away.

Astonished to find
You're still confined inside
Your mind.

Destroy the weaker
and hide behind reticulum.

In the realm
of a hollow crown
I absconded,
endeavoured to uncover.

I‘ve left myself behind,
an inch
beneath water

                                     decorous

A wisp of smoke
as it climbs.

Carry your shame,
rise to the chime,
an unfamiliar invitation.
Bring your mind back around,
around to this
                                    callous.

The room begins to gratify;
You tax,
obambulate,
              depress.
                       ­            diminished.


Penduluming
will never
mollify,
                           placate.


The moment you appreciate,
               Passing.
-
Treasure motive
abhor being.

Be succinct.
Prove,
Demonstrate.
© A H Butler
Blind Aesthetic Jan 2015
Hickory dickory dock
Our phones are now our clocks
Digital has won
Analog's died out
Hickory dickory dock
another rewrite I did.
Is a realm where alchemy is alive and well
It resides in the aether making it difficult to envision
A place of dreams but if you are imaginative
There is also structure

Dreams without structure are just whispers of nothingness
Quickly dissipating
Without structure, dreams quickly fold back into the aether
Waiting for a less superfluous re-imagination

To make it on the physical plane, there must be roots
When dreams are infused with structure, roots can be found
There is potential that those dreams can wake up

When the dreams are provided with structure and
Are re-animated with function
Then we have a breath of life

Structure and function are what allows Us
To step out of dreamtime and into reality
To find the roots of that architecture you must have vision
Not see with your eyes vision, but a different type

This framework hasn’t always existed
Relations have created it
That’s why it’s recognizable
The framework are the laws, both natural and synthetic

It’s the place where duality and non-duality collide
It’s a place of transcendence
A place of truth
Maybe we can learn to see holistically here

Anisotropica has many functions
It’s art and science fused
It’s poetry and song and dance
And mathematics and physics and chemistry
It is an expression of sacred geometry
An amalgamation of binary and analog

The fusion of dreams and laws
Creates a space that can be mined for transcendence
A place where we can extend past many current limitations
It's a springboard to become who you are

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