Through the Night and Fog Towards the Star Light: From Shambhala Flying in that Fermion Disc into Another Creation

Night and Fog/Nuit et brouillard, Alain Resnais, 1955

Night and Fog/Nuit et brouillard, Alain Resnais, 1955

Mise-en-scene of the stars within the closed vulgate of Hermitian space

You are on surface of an accelerated xion towards anonymous eternity (VOU-TAS structural shape = qei-eternal sub-atomic)

The particle knows the presence of the wave after the collapse

La Strada/The Road, 1954, Federico Fellini

La Strada/The Road, 1954, Federico Fellini

Galactic mass extinctions in the centroid of the glass-time pyramid unfolds another existence

Consciousness alone is the carrier of all these forces

Memory buried beneath the tracks that lead to Auschwitz

The grass is now golden after the deluge of the red fossils of birth

Dying every hour and germinating the seeds that makes time the time it is (kaler uttoron)

Poetry comes with music and dance as the country yokel comes with a banjo

Fellini was the bard in the association of poets making laughter hide the sadness it bore

Wings of Bellerophon disappeared in the sky showing the rustic signs of the Night and Fog

War on wars got us nothing – we are the dumb climbers in the game of ascension

Ourobouros, Monalisa, 2012

Ourobouros, Monalisa, 2012

After years of crucifixion we still have crucified ourselves with our means

No one lives near the star of infancy where light is a strange play of its own darkness

The road is that we create for the destiny of our greater lives

Home away from home is far or near on the observer’s point of observation

That itself is the Cinema Paradiso of today and tomorrow

The camera walks holding your hand knowing to know the things that are out there crying

Howling in the seas or in the steps of the canyon, or, screaming out there like a scratch on the bark

Forests of madness curls the page of the green stone (Adi Adi Chintamani)

Crystalline blue lights and the pagan home

The dry tree is the corpse of the Tyger burning bright

That fire swept over the dancing naked lair’s hair locks

Lightning seized the sword of the sea

And killed the monsters of etcetera

He who is born is now free to take his part in the eternal creation

Bon-Bon-Yung-Yinghom-Yaya-Yiyi

-Joy Roy Choudhury

The Music in ‘Arms and The Man’ is the Cross-Syllogistic Pattern of High-Phonetic Peace in the Radar of Einstein

The Music in ‘Arms and The Man’ is the Cross-Syllogistic Pattern of High-Phonetic Peace in the Radar of Einstein

Consciousness-Analogue

The quadraphonic sound-mystery in the coherent quadrupole-octupole motion is the binneal catalyst of life and beyond; what’s beyond the surreal mirror of Salvador Dali is a hexatet function of time in the stars; god does not play dice in the loaded fulcrum of the mind’s thesis, the music is the profound analogue of the vast earings of the sun caught by the camera width-length of the moon’s analogical grammar after Sunday breakfasts and in rainy afternoons; we have passed our silent speech and judgement in the winter terminals of bosons and fermions measuring their angular momentum by the hypodermis of spatial contagion, how sad it is to feel trapped between the logic of our brains, ‘how dull it is to pause, to make an end. To rust unburnished, not to shine in use!’

After the quasicondensation, all that were rolled into the pathways of Alblackica, turned the germ-seed of divine propensity into recognised quanta of light photo-sensitive particles, shimmering like wavicles in the 2-qubit NMR systems that felt charcoal as ashes in the evolution of matter into higher forms of zatter and katter. Time remembers how often we cycle round the spheres as monometers picking up ‘Nuit et Brouillard’ and raising signs of a change with-change to alter what we have defined in the poetry or prose of Dante Alighieri and enact the final commedia in front of the raging bulls and dead-horses of Guernica : history is the sign-language of the signs the Peloponnesian molybdenum isomerizing the hymns to the arabic praises for the ninth-moon octet of the sun; nevasto oktamin alca oktamin Romeo-Juliet couplet…richness of life is measured by the vision you have and the consciousness you remit.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: ‘Arms and the Man, by GB Shaw; ‘How dull it is to pause, to make an end.
To rust unburnished, not to shine in use!’ – Ulysses, Alfred, Lord Tennyson; ‘Nuit et Brouillard’/’Night and Fog’ (1955)- Documentary Film by Alain Resnais