08/28/2026
Throwback to a piece of music I wrote in college setting this poem of Neruda’s to music. I don’t remember the piece, but I remember the scale that I used. I know much more now than I did then about the power of vibration to transmute lead—I’ve also had my fill of scholarly books by now. This also in the backwash of the Pisces lunar eclipse. (the thing I love most about astrology is how it gets us to observe the currents of consciousness. We are otherwise blind to.)
There is no loose thread in all of existence.
“The conch shell awaits the wind,
Asleep in the sea’s light
It wants a black colored voice
That may fill the distances
Like the piano of the powerful
Like God’s horn for the scholarly books:
It wants to blow away their silence until
The sea immobilizes, their bitter insistence of lead.”