The Plasma of Creative Vortex within the Quantum Juke-Box and the Wonderland Toys of Syd Barrett’s Time-Machine

Syd Barrett (6th January 1946 – 7th July 2006)

Syd Barrett (6th January 1946 – 7th July 2006)

 

 

“A movement is accomplished in six stages 
And the seventh brings return. 
The seven is the number of the young light 
It forms when darkness is increased by one. 
Change returns success 
Going and coming without error. 
Action brings good fortune. 
Sunset”.

– Chapter 24, The Piper at the Gates of Dawn (1967, Barrett, Pink Floyd)

The Plasma of Creative Vortex within the Quantum Juke-Box and the Wonderland Toys of Syd Barrett’s Time-Machine

Consciousness-Analogue

The streets gazed for a lonely hour

Infinite in that  world of self-reflection

Cars pulled the daydream of the sun

Wheeling across empty surface of lands

There are forgotten highways to golden octopus

Tentacles crawled the mirror of memory

Deep within the substance of matter a game of  sorts is played; the grasshopper whirls

 

The green home becomes pale, indistinct

Extinguished are the sources of light

In the intrepid darkness

The path half known leads to dire questioning  of  the self

Sacred Rock

Sacred Rock, Photograph, Joy Roy Choudhury

 

Where are we going? Who am I?

What light years have we traveled in the lyre of music?

Dipping donuts in the musk tea, the strings are strummed by an invisible hand

We only recognize what we see; the rest is the secret of the Law

Our change changes over the time making us tools to our own machines

“What did you dream?

It’s alright we told you what to dream”.

As I walk and  feel, others as strangers are receding behind me

I think for a while; a puff of dust soon follows the trail of the candyman

Into that musical room where clocks work magnificently well

All shapes and sizes ticking every billionth of a second

In precise geometric configurations

Where time is finally lost  in a Wonderland

A merry-go-round – summer’s trapeziums are winter landscapes of a higher truth

I fell through that tunnel into the other side

Invoking rapidly the sign of my ancient birth

Buttercups dandelions and the mystic fragrance of the emerald shores

Resurrecting my own cause

From a blind nothing of the imperial Absolute

I stand within and cross over the bridge

To end where I began

The journey of the man in a ship of fools.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref:

“What did you dream?

It’s alright we told you what to dream”.- Welcome to the Machine/Wish You were Here, Roger Waters, Pink Floyd, 1975

Advertisements
Leave a comment

1 Comment

  1. tuli

     /  May 17, 2013

    In the intrepid darkness

    The path half known leads to dire questioning of the self – know thyself

    Reply

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: