Resonating ‘Ananda Kirtan’ in Search of the Ideal Question: Paris Through the Eyes of the Seer

John Wesley Harding Album Cover/Bob Dylan/1967 From L-R: Luxman Das Baul, Bob Dylan, Charlie Joy and Purna Das Baul

John Wesley Harding Album Cover/Bob Dylan/1967
From L-R: Luxman Das Baul, Bob Dylan, Charlie Joy and Purna Das Baul

Resonating ‘Ananda Kirtan’ in Search of the Ideal Question: Paris Through the Eyes of the Seer

“I am willing that the seasons should wear me out

Arthur Rimbaud (1854 - 1891)

Arthur Rimbaud (1854 – 1891)

To you, Nature, I surrender;

With my hunger and all my thirst.

And, if it please you, feed and water me.

Nothing, nothing at all deceives me;

To laugh at the sun is to laugh at one’s parents,

But I do not wish to laugh at any thing

And may this misfortune go free.”

– Arthur Rimbaud, May 1872 (May Banners/Bannieres de Mai)

 

THE QUESTION IS WHAT IS THE QUESTION? – John Archibald Wheeler, Physicist (Address to American Physical Society, 2003)

 WHY DID PRABHU JAGAT BANDHU SUNDOR WENT TO PARIS B/W 1890-1892 AND THEN RETURNED TO BRINDAVAN?

“To track down a theory of everything, we might have to accept that the universe only exists when we are looking at it…”- Prof. Vladko Vedral, Univ. Of Leeds

“Our overall approach has thus brought together questions of the nature of the cosmos, of matter in general, of life, and of consciousness. All of these have been considered to be projections of a common ground. This we may call the ground of all that is, at least in so far as this may be sensed and known by us, in our present phase of unfoldment of consciousness. Although we may have no detailed perception or knowledge of this ground it is still in a certain sense enfolded in our consciousness…

–          Wholeness and the Implicate Order, David Bohm

GRAVEDIGGER 

“But age with his stealing steps

Hath clawed me in his clutch                    

Hamlet and Horatio in the Graveyard by Eugene Delacroix circa 1839/Eugène Delacroix/Musée du Louvre, Paris

Hamlet and Horatio in the Graveyard by Eugene Delacroix circa 1839/Eugène Delacroix/Musée du Louvre, Paris

And hath shipped me into the land

As if I had never been such”.

(throws up a skull) (V.i.63-64) HAMLET/Shakespeare

 

Thirsty roots

Revel in the rain

Forgives pain

Anonymous self-resolute

A flower in the dream

Eternity swing

Motionlessly…

From a cracked earthen pot

A joy comes forth

Lilting grace

Fill the place

Mixing with elements

Oblivious turn

Of the urn

An azimuthal projection of the Unborn Self

Time to reveal or can never test its Absoluteness

Can never test whatever or nothing

Prabhu Jagatbandhu Sundor

Prabhu Jagatbandhu Sundor (1871- 1921)

Twilight cuddles baby bats in the velvet sky

Reminding seasons in hell gone-by

And clouds wrap the bud’s promise in the fire of the sun

They hear the crystal bell laugh and run

And mountains that climb up to the sky

To meet

To meet the Eye

And then fall apart in bundled pairs

In the valley of stars underneath the ocean floor

Did you know more?

That a column of light is tapping the feet of sound

Gently you can hear

A whisper amidst evening tear

After the last rainbow surged a drop in the sky

Emanating beautiful rhythms that can sustain by

Lyrically a wave upon wave crystallizes a superposition of things

In that order and coherence a unified script is written, perhaps

The law unfolds a unique super-evolution of things

Subtle bodies command a vibration in the universe

They participate in an ecstatic dance (Omega Point Transformation Junction/Reverse Kinesynthesis)

Body through the psychic-temple opens gates to other worlds

Not in dreams but in reality you can travel through them

Words ratiocinate the pi-bosonic orchestration of meanings

And light stamps out ignorance on the cold milky-oceanway

Riding the chariot, He comes forth towards the destined meeting point

He who travels with us is blessed

He who travels is blessed

The first flash

An enigma

Existence as real signed to be.

 

– J

 

 

 

 

 

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DIVINE MATRIX AND PARA-BRAHMAN KALPA-SUTRA: MANIFOLD INVISIBLE HANDS OF MANIFESTATION FROM THE ORIGIN (VISHNU-CIRCLE EYE OF kla-kli-kle-kalki)

OM PARVAT/JONGLINGKONG PEAK: Photograph by Shivam Chaturvedi

OM PARVAT/JONGLINGKONG PEAK: Photograph by Shivam Chaturvedi

DIVINE MATRIX AND PARA-BRAHMAN KALPA-SUTRA: MANIFOLD INVISIBLE HANDS OF MANIFESTATION FROM THE ORIGIN (VISHNU-CIRCLE EYE OF kla-kli-kle-kalki)

“Ooh great creator of being
Grant us one more hour,
To perform our art
And perfect our lives.

We need great golden copulations,

When the true kings murders
Are allowed to roam free,
A thousand magicians arise in the land
Where are the feast we are promised?

One more thing

Thank you oh lord
For the white blind light
Thank you oh lord
For the white blind light

A city rises from the sea
I had a splitting headache
From which the future’s made”.

– Jim Morrison
HARI OM TAT SAT

After the first sensation in a field

where impulses are felt beyond the supra-causal realm of latent manifestation,

a desire was born as a light-intuitive vehicle that pulsates at regular intervals forming the magnified rhythm often called the dance of the unmanifest Sri-Shakti.

That when translated to the causal universe gave birth to dynamic embodiment

Then silence conjured the imperfection of forms creating a veil of maya that cloaked the original mystery of the creation

A touch was felt

Bob Dylan as Avalokiteswara (The Buddha Being) & Jim Morrison as Lord Vishnu: 1969 COUNTER-CULTURE EXPOSITION

Bob Dylan as Avalokiteswara (The Buddha Being) & Jim Morrison as Lord Vishnu: 1969 COUNTER-CULTURE EXPOSITION

A line occurred

A circle was drawn

At the dawn of vision, the all-pervading eye of the lotus born

Bathed in the purity of bliss, set up his own d-z-camera for observation

In his Light was light

In his Light was darkness

Intelligence communed with the conscious waking self

To create the divine matrix that foretold the creation

Now in the Hour of Horus, the frames of the original film is revisited

A voyage into the cinema of the past gave way to the future

A ray of light

Manifold hands

Allen Ginsberg Illustration

ALLEN GINSBERG: HADDA BE PLAYING ON THE JUKEBOX/1975: ILLUSTRATION BY CHRIS CAVILL @2012 Copyright Protected

Emanating Idea from the pure abode of bliss

It’s the time talking to eternity

The Doors have finally reopened

The minds must connect to perceive it

Hearts need to feel

The song of the lost prayer is the Song of the Lord

A conscious ripple in a wave-cloud field interacting with the Creatrix

The message send

The answer known

The Player in the Field is the Action of the Inaction in the Field within the Player

Shantih Shantih Shantih

-Joy

 

 

 

THE ETERNAL CHILD IN THE CHALDEAN ELECTROMAGNETIC CRADLE: GOPALA AS THE CREATOR OF THIS BEAUTIFUL EARTH /SAVE HE MUST THIS LAND WITH SELF-CONSCIOUS FORCE (Sri Aurobindo Light from Acrux)

THE ETERNAL CHILD IN THE CHALDEAN ELECTROMAGNETIC CRADLE: GOPALA AS THE CREATOR OF THIS BEAUTIFUL EARTH /SAVE HE MUST THIS LAND WITH SELF-CONSCIOUS FORCE

The caged beast, the holy center,               

Jim Morrison, Paris, 1971/Photograph by Gilles Yepremian

Jim Morrison, Paris, 1971/Photograph by Gilles Yepremian


a garden in the midst of the city.

Fish-call & bird-song
Roots & signs
out of all knowing
They chanced to be there
Guides, to the white
gods.

Catalog of horrors
Descriptions of Natural disaster
Lists of miracles in the divine corridor
Catalog of objects in the room
List of things in the sacred river.

Now the soft parade
has soon begun.
Cool pools                                                               

Gopala: The Eternal Child as the Creatrix

Gopala: The Eternal Child as the Creatrix

from a tired land

sink now

in the peace of evening.    

– Jim Morrison, Lords and the New Creatures

Future Poetry and the Great Oceanic Currents from the Depths of Time: “The Golden Child began to think and see”. (Savitri, Sri Aurobindo)

Golden horns

Crescent pairs

They embroider the surface of the sea

Truth is a descent

An aboriginal ascent of forces

They intersect each other at a distant point

Alba Madonna, Raphael/1510/(Baby Jesus, St John and Mother Mary)

Alba Madonna, Raphael/1510/(Baby Jesus, St John and Mother Mary)

Origination is the cult of love

An occult Creatrix named Krishna

Who gave from his inner-being, substance it’s form shape and size

An intuitive imagination was his only strength

He surrendered unto himself procreating the mind of other gods

Alone and sufficient, his work was his prose –a sincere way of life (the Gita)

His words were poetic fragments of a timeless eternity in quest for itself

Did Krishna find his true-self hidden in the apparitions of the creation?

The answer the last man on this earth shall know till he finds his only source

Rites of spring warmed Botticelli; the sunflowers gave life to Van Gogh

But the work still unfinished Krishna knew

The wheel of patience shall bear the joy of the crucifix

Alone in the midst of this death and desolation

The child shall grow to become the Father of the Man

Lord Shiva: The Cosmic Consciousness Grid and Field Activation for the Heart Chakra Sacred Light Emission (Laser-Helio-Madeb)

Lord Shiva: The Cosmic Consciousness Grid and Field Activation for the Heart Chakra Sacred Light Emission (Laser-Helio-Madeb) Mahakal

 

Now the doors of perception are cleansed

Time to rewrite the history again

Rock the cradle and ride the white horses of glory

Time has finally come again

The world so weak and paralysed cannot proclaim the golden means to happiness

The world so divided by device of delusion cannot find any lasting peace

The old logs of wood are burned to ashes; the new branch cannot withstand the maelstrom

There is no way out of the maze; sense have given rise to nonsense

But pure irrationality is a great asset and fundamental logic is a strong force

But the world lacks purity of thoughts and, therefore, ends in a whimper

All these will change too soon – there is a great ‘magic swirling ship’

Awaiting on Dylan’s shore…come with the Tambourine man

Let the child speak through your heart what the mind cannot

And soon you will see you are aboard a ship on a journey way back home.

SRI AUROBINDO DIRECTLY FROM ACRUX: 7 in 7 volatile speed tail/ journey = tree-hour-tree (Brahman is Brahman)

CREATION on the (9d-change-h) axis of (z-z-z) change (4-6-9-7) decrax (4-4)

Mahakal is Mahakal is Mahakal

POETRY ABSORBS TIME

Sri Aurobindo: 'The Golden Child began to think and see'/Savitri

Sri Aurobindo: ‘The Golden Child began to think and see’/Savitri

TIME ABSORBS ETERNITY
METICULOUS AND SHORT

HALF A DOZEN LINES CAN REVEAL THE CREATION

MILK OF THE MORNING SUN

POURS ITSELF TO TASTE THE TEA LEAVES AND BERRIES

AND WE FLUTTER LIKE WINDS

THROUGH THE FLUTE OF ETHER

INTO THE PARADISE

SERPENTS DANCE

MUSIC MAKES A ROUNDED HALO

OUR ARMS EMBRACE THE UNDIMINISHED LIGHT

SLUMBERING IN THE MILKY WAY

WE TREAD ON THE SOFT MOONLIGHT UPON THE SEA

CHOICE MAKES THE DESTINY

AND THERE IS ONLY ONE CHOICE

LIVE AND LET LIVE

I HAVE ANSWERED YOUR QUESTIONS

TIME TRICKLES SHINING LIKE A PHURBA

NOW ITS YOUR TURN TO TAKE THIS ADVENTURE

– Joy

                                                 

The Delta Lapis Consciousness of the Stone in the Primordial Higgs-Field Vector Lattice

The Delta Lapis Consciousness of the Stone in the Primordial Higgs-Field Vector Lattice, Samij Datta, 2012

Consciousness-Analogue

“All things fall and are built again,
And those that build them again are gay.”- Lapis Lazuli, W.B. Yeats

Inside the mind the heavenly field is a fluid vector of memory transcendence

It flows as the dark blue lapis of consciousness

There are invisible mountains over Pushkar and Kashmir flying like zeppelins in the azure sky

Radioactive dust from atomic processors are enriched in c-uranium minds

Towards the destiny the apple cart index is the sweet labour of ‘burning and burning’

Beauty has its hands on the true petals of life; the tribal Mercedes is on the Brahman gateway

To see the light of the autumn sun, the winter endorses the rose of paradise

Quantum signals from distant galaxies are attending the parabolic midnight of summer

Greatyana maha-yugas entering through the dance of time where the three rivers congregate

The seven sages of the eternal Equus have the red-waziz rider on the highway 61

On the way to the dawn, the alblackica marks the end of suffering

Mystique association of the law of multiple proportions have given Higgs Field the new optimization value

Reaping and harvesting

Walking in the shadows by the faculty of numbers to enhance productivity (α-sheets of dot consciousness as per metrical volume of the container)

Resting and sleeping

Awakening like the mirror reflecting all

Waters inflow, the winds carry words across oceans into shambhala

Meditating on the stone, the cat-hour darkness melted the moon on to the centripetal horizon of huan-xo spring time

Difference is not the cost you pay to liberate the world from clutches of immobility

Defer not the day for the judgement to come its way has started its ideal script to run its own machine

In the nanorobotic space, time is a defragmenter of knowledge as super-sensory intellect of high primeval ram

Kwa-kwa-non-non-meva-quinn-wing adiabatic expansion in thermo-nuclear field flask

Evening supernova to a bio luminous 8191 transfer in a land of Golden Fleece

Retrocausal supermind active on para-brahman grace-circle with non-reductive isometric free radius

– Joy Roy Choudhury

To the Man of Honour in the Memory of Freedom that has the New Light Intensity of the Stars (Bob Dylan’s Awarded Highest Civilian Honour by the US President, Barack Obama)

FOREVER YOUNG/Bob Dylan                

“May God bless and keep you always
May your wishes all come true
May you always do for others
And let others do for you
May you build a ladder to the stars
And climb on every rung
May you stay forever young
Forever young, forever young
May you stay forever young”.

On May 30th, 2012, US President Barack Obama honoured Bob Dylan with the nation’s highest Civilian Honour, the medallion of Freedom in the East Room of the White House.  This award and recognition for his contribution to the cultural history spanning almost six decades running is not that something that can be understood so easily by his followers, but his songs have bestowed on us a special grace that can keep us always ‘Forever Young’ as we ‘build a ladder to the stars’.

Dylan’s consciousness and the universal acceptance of existential suffering and struggle in his songs with almost magical lyrics that come from nowhere as if riding the inner-horse of his self-identity , are so rare like museum artefacts, that one may tend to look back at the linguistics process of speech and how that is cultivated at the mental level free from dichotomy, and, free from any bias, to merge with the liberal actions of environmental evolution, is something that the present generation may follow for the good. The technology we use, the products we make and the services we render are all intrinsically value-driven phenomena, time is a causal syndrome whose effect is something more than its material satisfaction, it is deeply tied to a thread that levers man towards higher goals and destinies. That may be only possible if we believe that we can make the journey forever young at heart withstanding ‘the times they are a-changin’ with the wisdom of a new power that gives equal right to every man on the street , and ushers the light of an enlightened immortality because “the fire is lighted, the hammers are working, and for laborious days and nights amidst dirt and discordance the musical instrument is made…the process of evolution  is a continuous process that finds its meaning in Man”. “The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind,/the answer is blowin’ in the wind”. ( Blowin’ in the Wind, The Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan, 1963)

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: “The fire is lighted, the hammers…finds its meaning in Man”-Man’s Universe, The Religion of Man, Hibbert Lectures Oxford, 1930, Rabindranath Tagore

Ref: Picture SKY NEWS UK

The Conscious Illumination of the Mind in the Vector-Bird Diagrams of Alblackica

Symmetric Space, Samij Datta, 2012

The Conscious Illumination of the Mind in the Vector-Bird Diagrams of Alblackica

Consciousness-Analogue

To what dream we wake up in E7 macro space

Mind matter in coordinate consciousness

Eractude Hittite Graxub Taxitag

Latin Greek Sanskrit Jabav

Race-continuity integrated by 27-line configurations

A tree within many leaves living for aeons its branches are also the tree

It came from the Octonians, spin 5 on rural cosmic dimensions

Threads and threads connects the eye to the sun and the rivers

Time-like links can produce singularity of vision of distant objects or events and phenomena

Jack Kerouac and Schrodinger in a green-golden trapezohedron 

Sun is subspace in macrospace

Up and down, to and fro

Rest motions and annihilations

Dead analogy of the living cross

Spatial harmonics of the Krishna-Kali Alblackica

Comes and goes stays for awhile speaks to the matter-mind influx

The supramental leaf is forging many dreams

Allow the geometry to play its algebra within hermitian matrices

As the peacock waves its feathers to the rain-clouds of the great flood

Dance is a signal, a conscious qualia to represent superstring laced verbs  

The cause ate the effect as the effect is the mother of all cause

Pink butterflies are the orange flowers of the moon’s millenia

The silvery stars are ripples in an octagonal spacedome

And each ripple represents the earth’s crust binding water to its source

Red Waziz Izwa in Bob Dylan’s Isis

Ambatat-harastot-afraz-haramaz (mountains -farmers -horses -elephants)

The silent-pure-manifest-supra-unmanifest hymn is that.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: David Kaiser’s ‘How the Hippies Saved Physics’ (Book Cover Art on ‘Fundamental Fysiks Group’  who were core to this new revival of science in the 60s and 70s during the counter-culture in the US/L-R Jack Sarfatti, Saul Paul Sirag, Nick Herbert, Fred Alan Wolf ca. 1975)

TIME IS THE FREE PARTICLE OF MUSIC & DANCE IN THE FLICKERING CARNIVAL OF ALBLACKICA

Flickering Carnival, Samij Datta, 2012

TIME IS THE FREE PARTICLE OF MUSIC & DANCE IN THE FLICKERING CARNIVAL OF ALBLACKICA

Consciousness-Analogue

Flickering as it starts scaling the sky at the pale hour of dawn

The carnival of stars in the bodhi-drip mind of music

Silence alone can draw a face or a diagram of a soul

All the universes within, the cadillacs and the t-ford

The cat sees the dragon in the fire of al-jebr and thinks it’s only polynomial glass

Says to itself the moon is over my heart at last

Longing the long nights of tender waterfalls on cymophane alexandrites

Coming as a wave and going like a river into the seas

The banks are full of purple and crimson flakes of Abraham

Time unfolds the book of paradise and opens the page one of creation

And makes it into a perfect gatefold made of lemon-grass

Then flowers came out of the holy window’s sky

Red poppies, mid-day sunflowers jasmines and chrysolites

Turning each colour into the mosaics on the page, the strings melted melody into tears

And joy sprung from the churning ocean’s bliss-matter-poison holes

Unfinished verses are now complete with super implicate order

Revisiting the cardboard dream of di Sitter space

Ramakrishna- Krishna-Radha-Hari

Hari Om Tat Chit Matter-Mind-Energy Link-ups

The free particle of time is music and dance

Alblackica, alblackica in Li Sphere Geometry

Iko Iko sitting on the willing-wheels of the morning rose

The teapot icons are lying on the streets of Methuselah

Sipping the hour-time-darkness-gap in the twilight moon of unmiyata

Rekav-rahim-ruhahu-rahim om tatat yatashta

-Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: Much my composition is based on music of minstrelsy and deeper relation with body-mind-soul and hyperspace. Music is a great healer, the new-age process of Quantum Healing is active through the consciousness or chit energy that matter receives and reciprocates with, to create more sublime forms of beauty from the deeper recesses of the multiverse through Quantum Jumping and Evolution. In this genre of minstrel music, the Bengal Bauls particularly arrived in and around the roaring 60s in America to kindle much of the consciousness and peace movements started by the Woodstock Generation at Mark Yasgur’s Farm. What Joni Mitchell sings about the journey of the billion year old carbon in the woodstock song, or, for that matter sung by Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young, was actually the same cuppa that the Bauls also bring out in the diegetic tapestry of their folk songs. Purna Das Baul of Bengal befriended by Bob Dylan, appeared in the album cover sleeve of John Wesley Harding.

Synthesis of Consciousness in the Temple of Time (Alblackica Day)

WAVICLE-DANCE, Samij Datta, 2012

Synthesis of Consciousness in the Temple of Time

Consciousness-Analogue

Our journey is towards the yellow river in Nibiru, the young boy saw in dream when the artificial-sun is about to take birth in Rome; letters are mere Alblackica time-ships in space zero upon the Praviculin-wavicle dance to bring us back into nature through the gyres of consciousness; Kali is Kali in the Wahali of Kali to paint the vision of the sun that lights the dark side of the earth 2088 AD onwards; there is still time to drink your coffee and read Macbeth or think about the new quantum dynamics far ahead of conventional science and reality, gather the potential for the new race and the truth in the proteins of your system as the temple of time is the place to worship where the womb is a tetra-orthogonal centre of the haploid chromosomes shining like rubies in the Altamira of the ancient tribe; beauty lasts forever in the eyes of the dance, its naked electrodes are revisiting the stars to bring energy in the carbon networks of life, the polyglossia is the fibre that has all the words upside down into the wormhole and from there as conscious flow of energy into rapidly evolving systems of differentiation; the tree sees the river thinking of the roads, and, the nights are Petrarchan sonnets dipped in albumin so the egg white and the yolk can see each other and touch, feeling as they do, to enrapt the pain with the morning-intelligence of the light, that light that falls on Claude Monet’s Le Havre is real, it’s an incarnation of the rainbow-sound in the mandala of primeval space; ‘the white feet of sound’ is actually a light of the new race by 2268 AD and then as the violets are ivy in the strange eye of the alchemists, time-travel may be the rope-trick  possible in the quantum almanacs of the near future;

Riding the horse the savage told the man of knowledge how many stars he has to cross by the book of wisdom and he said that Isis knows this as ‘she was there in the meadow when the creeks  used to rise/ blinded by sleep and in need of a bed’; all are hidden in shapes and sizes speaking, interacting with each other by their retrospect shadows in the glory of the circles; rivers are moon’s pyramids reflected on them α mirror seeing α mirror in the β –β transitional space to write the equation of the cosmic parable in the non-ionic metaphor of the integral man; synthesis is synthesis of consciousness as apple eats the apple to see the rainbow on the snow melt the ice to grow trees and more apples in the crow-beak-fall-length of the creation as froyeth-mental is dexav-euro-quartz (6N8-9K9-6G6) on Tat Wat Yat/Yat Wat Tat/ Wat Tat Yat cycles…

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: Picture II Kalighat, Kali & ‘She was there in the meadow when the creeks  used to rise/ blinded by sleep and in need of a bed’- lines from Bob Dylan song ‘Isis’.

And ‘the white feet of sound’- Sri Aurobindo’s Savitri

In the Blowing Wind of Alblackica Mornings Playing the Rhythmic Consciousness of a New Race

In the Blowing Wind of Alblackica Mornings Playing the Rhythmic Consciousness of a New Race

Consciousness-Analogue

I am the daydream–realist fiddler of dreams anointed by the earth savage petals of the Nestrat in the shadows of the dark-tanned colors of a morning rose; where you go with your backpacks in the hills on the green tumbling sides of the river falling like a sparrow in the cloud adjacent square leg of the sun; milieu comes after strong coffee beans are roasted and puffed with smoky-frills of an overdose evening, writing its songs in fair elegance for the temple of the lord in the Baquytra reptilian winter at the garden of Vasundhara; no man returns free till he listens to the call of the crow-chant mind of the desert from the dead paradise of the northern lights, waking with the Himalayan Rhododendrons in the sweet tarmac of a living pool; I am born only not to sing with my feet on the grass knocking predominantly on the heaven’s door for an answer, but to let it slam bang against the silent cloud of a million birds, to open it to the deeper chambers of the neolithic man (the man-within to the man-without) so he can drink from the flowing quatrains of the shark in the tooth-eyed eagle of a resurrected spring; the dogs are sleeping tonight in the heydays of Roberto Rossellini and the cats have gone back to their blackberry homes along the pathways of the rainfall light ;

Roger Mcnamara was waiting for me to take him away farther into that blaze of the unblinded darkness where nothing prevailed only but the Alblackica dawn in the gnomic receptacle of Savitri-mawa-Savitri; I don’t know I had a sensation my hands clutched the wheel on the highway to the stars; the time has come to blow in the wind with the purple pleasant peregrine and in the wing chaffed vision of the red-wood tree, the river knows the way, the river knows the way.

-Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: Bob Dylan Photograph

In the Ancient Brick Time of Alblackica, the Wheel is the Feather of the Storm Whose Indices are One and Zero and Variable Based on the Factor Polymerization of its Atoms

MAZUVONT MOTHER-ETERNAL, Samij Datta, 2011

In the Ancient Brick Time of Alblackica, the Wheel is the Feather of the Storm Whose Indices are One and Zero and Variable based on the Factor Polymerization of its Atoms

Consciousness-Analogue

In every street there is a house without a window that opens towards the seaside; the breeze doesn’t blow in Al-Parabi-vacuum, the sun is the virtual Dog Star of the moon writing its own alblackica texts on the runic beds of no-time; journeys ‘within moments’ from sunrise patterns of the dockyard to the self-shaped ships of an ancient Columbus across the boveran élan of the cape boulevard into the diminishing light of the twilight bay sinking into the blackbow of many sub-tropics of land and air is the real observatory eyehole through which relative densities of quasi-fluids are measured. Mazuvont, here, looking from the tower of the iced-glassed container that held the empty buckets of the time-wheel of transformation and change, saw them run naked on the beach, stars shining like alph-flowers of a mega-moun clock strumming the binary hairs of the oceans’ string a la singing the Terrasuxa Quataz eternal songs; some dressed in drainpipes like the Dylan poet rambling and turning and changing and laughing as the procession met the dawn of the hour returning to the sea.

That was a clear whistle before the rains came in with the mighty roar of the great flood; Mazuvont, here, in the tower looking at the waves saw the terrible beauty caught in the beast of the naked ocean’s arms churning the great waters into the sorcery of dance – reason lost the profane madness of its own clear identity and became the good man of a ghost who was not seen anytime but laughed and sang as if all are empty signs in the streets of Shigatse, as if nothing existed before or after, and, only this seclusion is just a game of sponsoring the zero factor of the flying birds that clutched together the hot metal flame of the shining Helium plates that was even not before but only today, and with the cross-prime stylus of the Yuwazia, the dromos-dero was finally walking in space…

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: Bob Dylan Album Cover: Slow Train Coming (1979)