the keyboard sends signals to the computer (via white cable); the computer sends sounds to the headphones (via black cable); the player (not shown) twiddles knobs and listens to results and also reads manuals; somewhere in there, music happens
Years
January 16, 2022 — Sitearm“Years”
My mother died the year two-thousand
And in my soul I felt quietus
My driving spirit gone astray
It’s been awhile I’ve felt adrift
But now I’m cooking once again
Supported by my inner Venus
Direction Too
January 9, 2022 — Sitearm“Direction Too”
The physics and the martial arts
I studied hard to find direction.
They satisfied up to those points
at which I ran into hard limits.
And though since then I’ve added new parts
the things to learn will never end.
Direction
January 9, 2022 — Sitearm“Direction”
A spark was lit, a fuse set burning,
a timer set, when we were born—
a kind of telomeric pressure.
Like sailors old in vessels fragile,
we’ve set our course to go a viking
and at the end see what we’ve learned.
Illusion
January 2, 2022 — Sitearm“Illusion”
Events that clearly caused disruption,
I often saw as I grew older,
like war and strife and competition.
Now something, somehow, hints to me,
that seeming discord is illusion.
All things in harmony occur.
Sitearm 