logos, eros, cosmos

by yugenro

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about

This music album was created as part of the capstone project for my Master of Arts in Interdisciplinary Studies degree from Texas A&M University-Corpus Christi, in May 1996. The full project was this 48-minute original music piece, which was accompanied by 416 digitally-manipulated images.

To view the accompanying artwork, see the collection on Flickr: www.flickr.com/photos/yugen/collections/72157613296811034/

For an explanation of the meaning of the cover art, see the image page on Flickr: www.flickr.com/photos/yugen/6819862873/

For an overview of my philosophy of aesthetics at the time, see this entry on my blog: yugenro.com/1996/05/01/the-ear-as-the-first-musical-instrument/

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released May 1, 1996

all compositions, production, music, and lyrics by Keith Rowley-Yugen, except where noted.

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yugenro Bellevue, Washington

I teach people how to use computers and software. I listen to a LOT of music. I explore consciousness and my pallette. I observe, organize, and categorize. I take a LOT of photographs.

I dream of doing nothing other than making music and travelling. :-)
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Track Name: First Word
"pure creative potential..."
"ordering chaos"
"hey Keith, I guess you've fallen off this earth..."
"the ear is the first musical instrument..."
"nobody has ever been able to put their finger on anything material..."
Track Name: bliss-circle psych
talking myself into it is my life
everyday stuff
seems like
that's why i'm alive
to feel this jitter
try to make something out of it.

why do io
not feel comfortable in this worl

die most inopportune moments
always say the opposite of twhat i mena
speak in questions

he and she naked in bed:
"sarcasm's the funnienst kind of umor"
ha! you don't know shit rom funny!"

if i could just feel you
(what else is there)
are you my missing link
how do I feel?
I need to know...

remind me that i live for smiles
<sniff like a dog>
tantra jam
"milk no cereal, cearl no millk"

??? melody,
die laughing,
hop to Wally B,
"kikki-kai",
ride tiger, fly kite...

see you hear this;
-- how do YOU feel about THIS?

"if we do not understand our own brains,
that simply shows that our brains are a great deal more intelligent
than we are."

ooo good fantasy:
you dancing,
every ripple of tendon,
dash of finger,
bat of eye...
elaborating the gesture OF this world.

delicate breath...
radiating bliss,
dreaming stream-driven groove,
reaching out for the star explodes,
taste the energy!
Track Name: Kenge
"the whole cosmos, the whole universe, is one being." ~Alan W. Watts
Track Name: the ceramic ink poet
the ceramic ink poet knows
if the ink wants to flow, it will.
sometimes it composes
shapes that
only it may understand,
until one who is in tune
slips in,
hummms along unknowingly,
then slips
--out.
Track Name: two emotions become one (an invisible audience listening to itself)
"She was the single artificer of the world
In which she sang. And when she sang, the sea,
Whatever self it had, became the self
That was her song, for she was the maker. Then we,
As we beheld her striding there alone,
Knew that there never was a world for her
Except the one she sang and, singing, made."

there never was a time when i didn't know you
no start to this song that's always weaving itself in and out of my life
and fills those neverworlds between sleep and wake...

the slow ululations at the front of your neck
drive the blood thru my veins
where tiny granules of you-scented air
ride red cars to every atom of my being
passengers spill out without even stopping
and ride home brimming with the culminations of the day
in a journey without end...

every moment i find my world reminding me of you
everybody i see looks back at me thru your eyes
and we bounce back and forth retina-to-retina
(inhuman voices rainbow-resonant)

the sizzle of tires thru dreary winter streets
is you sniggling at our unspoken wordplay
your lips to my loneliness shush and sing
of lush Melanesian foliage,
lotus-eaters and the sharing of warm cocoons...

I thirst!
and with quenching gurgles drink you in
Your smile!
in my belly clears away all cloud with purity

tense meetings with the world draw you glistening out my pores
where your breath tugs at my follicles
and cooools me...

your fingertips gently up my spine
pause at the nape to warm and ready a spot
then slowly snuggle your nose there and sleep...

(and my sleep is shaped by your dreamy closeness...)

i float before the earth and witness the potential
hidden between vast mountains of living soil
and thru these unseen spaces
run fibers of the grand network of your close, latent intuition

the heat of your spirit rages
in waves heard by neighboring planets
entire continents are just the ruins of the clashing factions of your soil
entire galaxies are just the remnants of the clashing passions of your soul

... it is simply that we grew one out of the other,
and in the birth have forgotten our identity,
and that, when we are immediate, we remember.

you bring me home to that silly laugh that builds strength,
that creates these goofy worlds where my head's always brainless,
and i walk from the bottom of my gut
thru the roofless expanses of moon and sky...

where the mountains are my friends
are just an aspect of me is just an aspect of you...

and all the senseless doings of people,
and all the faulty logic of science,
and all the love gained and lost between beaten, beautiful, and blood-stained hearts mean everything and nothing...

because it's all called forth by the joy of being alive
in the same universe as you...