Cosmic Awareness of Beauty in the Golf-Art of Time & Music

Boxet-Card IV, Samij Datta, 2012

Cosmic Awareness of Beauty in the Golf-Art of Time & Music

Consciousness-Analogue

Why do we play golf to measure the distance in dynamic time?

Earth is a green spot surrounded by seas

Caddies look at the sky watch the sun and walk on by

They know that the mind has to be free

The ducks are flapping their wings on a mid-summer’s day

Knowledge is a light from distant creations

Yidam is the hole which you must target with your shot

All within the finite grasp of the infinite

Cosmic box cart-wheel in the trapezohedron

Uniting sub-atomic particles with the cosmological constant

“What is the use of writing plays,

What is the use of writing anything,

If there is not a will which finally moulds chaos itself into a race of gods”.

Dead wings are buried in the sand, the Capitol is almost dark and empty

Still the lions make the strawberry fields sing like choric birds forever

Trivia-truvia-triviaman outside the parabrahman-circle is an answer to Higgs-Boson

Leader on the way for a stronger cause the effect shows the way to happiness

Anonymous Milton soothing his throat with dry gin and bread

Soon blindness be the colour night vision of a sun resurrected from  non-ferrous aluminum

– Joy Roy Choudhury

 

Ref: “What is the use of writing plays,

What is the use of writing anything,

If there is not a will which finally moulds chaos itself into a race of gods”.- GB Shaw

 

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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