Electromagnetic Condensation of Time: Extrapolating Dali on the Maha-Kali Mandala

 

Dali, Monalisa, 2012

Dali, Monalisa, 2012

 

Electromagnetic Condensation of Time: Extrapolating Dali on the Maha-Kali Mandala

Sensibility of objects is beyond mental perception

Objects exist outside their elementary form, shape and size

They cannot be located on a spatial canvas

Colours transform art into music and music into poetry and architecture

Film is an analogue of the object as it exists subject to transformation

Film therefore is a transformative art

Change within change that takes place in matter is reflected through art and photography

Dimensions are changing – there is no law of independent fixity

It’s the dependent flux of things entangled with a supra-cosmic carrier of all origins

That carrier source particle is time – elongation produces eternity

When a rubber band is stretched at both ends, the finite dimensions are infinite wave curves of the pointless Brahman in play

There it all started as a magnificent journey of the eye in the roaming spaces of shiva

Without that, it cannot be it in the past of its future

Projections are made based on lateral incongruous geometry of the surrealist vision

To create is to organize the five elements in the zabber of the Brahman

Maha-Kali to Christ is a long road full of winding pathways to recover the essential light of the spectral Supermind

Consciousness the guiding principle, the god-hand of ether in the scientific void of realism

When zero is nano-infinity then faith is the master of all perfection in art

It only comes when you do the yoga of sunshine on the dark side of the moon

The moon is violent and blue; the dark phase became the white propellant of Shambhala

Churning oceans into the green abode of horses grazing at foothills of the distant constellations

Stars help in quantum connection linking B6 cubical with O7- liquid methane on nitro-ethanol

There was yilta of light on yulta of primordial sound

Music came like a vapour magnifying Dali

Bridging art with time

Soul with souls

And love with divine immortality.

– Joy Roy Choudhury 

 

                                                   

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WHAT IS TIME ASKED THE TIME IN A TIMELESS WAY! (The Alblackica Journey)

WHAT IS TIME ASKED THE TIME IN A TIMELESS WAY!

 The timeless way is the red dharma, the bazuta-swan of the Eisenstein that flies into the waters of the etheric sea with the multi-cloud fascination of the penumbra in the circle of the original unity; who flies with thee O Father of the lands? The tree is the cult of the primeval space, green as it looks in the broken hands of the meadows of grey earth, I have seen the Surya-rose horses drink from the Polynesian pools of an unupbraided innocence where Nicholas Roerich dreamt the savage cross in the genealogy of Lévy-Brühl, or in the alma-matter of an anthropologist who opened his book to revisit the first days when the moon’s octet was the lotus of a yellow sign in the wild rose of fashion, its perfume was diffused by the refraction of colors in the density of the mental primal-frame of Idaho.

Running with time, time asked the logocentric partners of a question-less identity, questions that are rough and blank,  through the mask of a painter not Stephen Dedalus but Lautréamont in the impossible barycentric heliograph of the zebra nails of spring; who else is going with you to the origin of origins if not Toulouse-Lautrec and the mannequin of the yellow Christ of Paul Gauguin? Alone with the letters in the Vitruvian cornices, the lines of poetry here are the defragmentation of a self of Artificial Intelligence: all without you and me, the life is a history of the shells in the cells and without the shells there is nothing much more to add on. Turn the wind into the energy of the sun and give waters back their lakes that you so much destroyed.

– Joy Roy Choudhury