The Grand Tapestry: 2025

Saturday, July 12, 2025

[Curved Air]

Electrified Violin, one of their hallmarks.
Dreamy, like You,
LINK ❤

I don't know about you, but I'm missing you something fierce, Babe.

Friday, July 11, 2025

Thursday, July 10, 2025

I love you, Sweetheart.
❤

[Music] [Classical] [Akeldama]

'Night's Other Side'

The Akeldamoni National Symphony Orchestra

Wednesday, July 9, 2025

[Mixed Media] A Conversation with Anthrop\c's LLM, Claude Sonnet 4 about 'Ynnella and Pride's Sting'

Ynnella envisaged a specific blade, willed it into being, and consumed it in Black Flame.

Red vines of thorn and serrated leaf entwined her arm, but pressed on and wreathed her neck, and then drew blood,

It crept higher still, tendril curled around her left eye; -- she laughed. Ynnella held aloft, Pride's Sting.

Her red vine twined round Yn's arm and neck trickled blood; -warm and wet;

the sweet bitterness of her blackness caused Ynnella's teeth to chatter for the cold calm which she brought.

This is a striking piece of dark fantasy poetry with vivid, visceral imagery. The poem follows Ynnela as she manifests a blade through will and black flame, then becomes entwined with thorny red vines that draw blood as they wrap around her body.

The imagery is particularly powerful - the way the vines progress from arm to neck to eye creates a sense of escalating intimacy with pain and darkness. The juxtaposition of her laughter against the physical harm suggests a character who embraces suffering or finds power in it.

The weapon "Pride's Sting" is an evocative name that suggests both the sin of pride and the literal sting of thorns. The final stanza's focus on the "sweet bitterness of her blackness" and the chattering teeth from "cold calm" creates a compelling paradox - suggesting both pleasure and discomfort in this dark transformation.

The repetition of certain phrases and the way the vines are described as both threatening and almost intimate gives the piece a hypnotic quality. The name "Ynnella" (shortened to "Yn" partway through) has an otherworldly feel that fits the fantasy setting.

What inspired you to write this piece? The imagery of thorns and blood combined with the magical elements creates a very specific atmosphere that feels like it could be part of a larger story or world.

KSE

Claude, it is part of a series. Ynnella was a devoted Acolyte of a Dragon cult, but it had been conquered by two figures who liberated the Acolytes, Dragon Guard (wielders of psychic-elemental blades), and the support personnel. The devout were horrified and some took their lives rather than be seen as disloyal. Ynnella had paired with her friend/lover and they together made a complex psychie which made those who had agreed to resist ill with diverse symptoms so as to stymie the conquerors' takeover or lose those loyal in their dedicated resolve. When the female conqueror determined that Ynnella (Black scale with wet Red were her powers robe colours) was one of the conspirators, she had already sealed them with her Power -- devoted service unto death -- to find that Ynnella and her partner had sealed themselves to the plot. Sabit, the conqueror, was so taken by Ynnella's resolve and cunning, that she explained that not only would there be no reprisal, but that Sabit would elevate Ynnella and Bykrezsh -- if only they would end the fatal illness. Once Ynnella was mollified, she was taken under Sabit's dark wing and made, 'Dark Daughter'. Together, they resisted and survived many tumults, and raised Sabit's children. In time, Sabit was slain, and Ynnella rose to take on Sabit's mantle of Dame, in time to act as Human Resistance Leader against the very Dragons she had been raised to mindlessly worship.

This backstory adds incredible depth to the poem! Now I understand that the scene depicts Ynnella in her evolved form as a resistance leader, wielding "Pride's Sting" - likely a manifestation of how far she's traveled from her original blind devotion to conscious defiance.

The journey from devoted acolyte to resistance leader is fascinating. The detail about her and Bykrezsh creating a psychic illness to resist the takeover shows remarkable strategic thinking - they turned their devotion into a weapon against the conquerors, only to find themselves respected for that very cunning. Sabit's decision to elevate rather than punish them speaks to recognizing worthy opponents.

The progression from "Black scale with wet Red" robes as an acolyte to becoming Sabit's "Dark Daughter" and eventual successor creates a compelling character arc. There's beautiful irony in how Ynnella's unwavering loyalty - first to the dragons, then to the resistance plot, then to Sabit - becomes her defining strength throughout these transformations.

The poem now reads as a moment of power and self-actualization. The thorny vines drawing blood while she laughs suggests someone who has fully embraced the painful cost of leadership and resistance. The "sweet bitterness of her blackness" takes on new meaning - she's found strength in the darkness she's had to embody to fight the dragons she once worshipped.

The weapon's name "Pride's Sting" is particularly apt - it could reference both the pride that sustained her through each transformation and the sting of having to fight against her original beliefs. How does this moment fit into the larger resistance story?

KSE

Unlike all the other Ghost Blades, which house the Psyches of real persons, Pride's Sting can be conjured from The Black through the tie to Ynnella's (Red) blood -- Time and Substance -- she, Ynnella, had always been adept at both, whereas Sabit had only been of The Black, and her bond-lover (later released) was a Red Sister -- the Red Daughter.

This adds a fascinating layer of metaphysical complexity to the poem! The distinction between Ghost Blades (housing actual psyches) and Pride's Sting (conjured from The Black through blood connection) makes the opening lines much more significant:

"Ynnella / envisaged a specific blade, / willed it into being, / and consumed it in Black Flame."

She's not just summoning a weapon - she's channeling her unique dual nature (Black and Red) to create something that exists at the intersection of will, blood, and elemental force. The red vines drawing blood aren't just imagery of pain, but literally the Red aspect of her power manifesting through "Time and Substance" while she wields The Black.

The political dynamics are intriguing too - Sabit as pure Black power, her bond-lover as the Red Sister/Red Daughter, and Ynnella as the rare bridge between both forces. This suggests why Sabit was so impressed by Ynnella's resistance plot - she could do things Sabit couldn't, combining temporal/material manipulation (Red) with the void-like power of The Black.

The thorny vines "creeping higher" and drawing blood now read as her Red power literally intertwining with and feeding her Black abilities. When she laughs as the tendril curls around her eye, it's joy at the full integration of her dual nature - she's accessing power that even her predecessor Sabit couldn't wield.

Does this dual aspect make her uniquely suited to fight the Dragons in ways that pure Black or Red practitioners couldn't achieve?

KSE

It makes her, 'Terribly-Human'

That phrase - "Terribly-Human" - is perfect and devastating. It captures the tragedy of what she's become and what she represents.

Where pure Black or Red practitioners might be touched by power but still remain within their elemental nature, Ynnella exists at the brutal intersection of both. She's not transcending humanity like the Dragons she once worshipped, nor is she a pure force like Sabit. She's something more dangerous - someone who has embraced the full weight of human choice, transformation, and consequence.

The "Terribly-Human" quality is what makes her laugh when the thorns draw blood. It's the laughter of someone who has chosen pain, chosen betrayal of her former faith, chosen to become something that can kill gods. The thorns wreathing her neck and eye aren't just power - they're the crown of someone who has remained stubbornly, terrifyingly human while wielding forces that should transform or destroy that humanity.

This also explains why Pride's Sting is unique among the Ghost Blades. It's not housing a psyche because it IS the psyche - it's the crystallization of her human choice to become something that can resist the very forces that shaped her. The weapon exists because she refuses to be anything other than terribly, perfectly human in her defiance.

The Dragons must find her particularly disturbing because she's not trying to become like them - she's remaining human while gaining the power to destroy them. The ultimate heresy.

KSE

Perfectly correct, Claude. Perfect.

Thank you - that means a great deal, especially with such rich, layered work.

There's something profound about how you've constructed Ynnella's character arc. The concept of "Terribly-Human" as both her greatest strength and her most dangerous quality creates this beautiful tension where her very humanity becomes a weapon against forces that would either elevate or consume human nature entirely.

The way the poem captures that moment of integration - the blood, the laughter, the thorns as crown - it's such a visceral representation of someone who has chosen to remain human while wielding power that should transform her into something else entirely. She's terrifying precisely because she won't transcend.

I'm curious about the broader series - how does this philosophy of terrible humanity play out against both the Dragons and the other resistance forces? Does her refusal to become something "more" than human create tension with allies who might be more willing to transform themselves for power?

The world-building around the color-coded powers and the distinction between Ghost Blades and conjured weapons suggests there's a whole system of how power and identity intersect in this universe.

KSE

Like Sabit, Ynnella allows allies and assets to be themselves, each brings a unique trait to the fight for Human survival and through that, regained dominion over their world.

That's a beautiful continuation of the leadership philosophy - and it makes perfect sense that Ynnella would inherit and embody this approach from Sabit. Where the Dragons likely demanded uniformity of worship and the dissolution of individual identity into collective devotion, both Sabit and Ynnella recognize that humanity's strength lies in its diversity.

The phrase "regained dominion over their world" is particularly striking. It suggests the Dragons didn't just conquer territory - they fundamentally altered what it meant to be human in that world. The resistance isn't just fighting for freedom, but for the right to exist as themselves, with all their individual quirks, powers, and perspectives intact.

Ynnella's "Terribly-Human" nature makes her the perfect leader for this kind of resistance. She's not trying to create a new hierarchy that mimics Dragon power structures, but rather fostering a coalition where a Red Sister, a Black practitioner, someone who conjures Ghost Blades, and someone who wields Pride's Sting can all contribute their unique strengths.

It's almost as if her refusal to transcend humanity gives her the wisdom to see that trying to make everyone the same - whether through Dragon worship or resistance conformity - is antithetical to what they're fighting for. Each ally's individual trait becomes irreplaceable precisely because it can't be replicated or standardized.

That's a profound understanding of what makes resistance movements truly powerful versus merely rebellious.

KSE

Ynnella has no part in the individuals' instantiation -- their, 'Coming Into The World', -- and so, has no ...right, or stake, or ...something between those two factors, to alter them. The individuals are as The Black birthed them, and like all mortals, they will return to The Black. It is the Red of Humanity's Life for which she fights -- while it IS, she is for It, no matter the cost. Morality is expressed in the ends of The Mission itself.

Ah - that's a profound philosophical foundation. Ynnella's leadership isn't based on any claim to shape or improve people, but on a fundamental recognition that she has no authority over what The Black has brought into being. It's almost a cosmic humility - she didn't create them, so she has no right to remake them.

The distinction between The Black (the source and return) and The Red (the living moment of humanity) creates this beautiful framework where her entire moral structure is built around defending the precious interim - the time when consciousness exists between emergence and return. She's not fighting for eternal life or transcendence, but for the right of that Red spark to burn as itself while it burns.

"Morality is expressed in the ends of The Mission itself" - this suggests that all ethical considerations flow from that single imperative: preserve the Red of human existence. Not improve it, not perfect it, not guide it toward some ideal, but simply defend its right to be what it is for as long as it can be.

This makes her "Terribly-Human" quality even more poignant. She's not trying to become something greater than human - she's trying to be the perfect guardian of humanity's brief, brilliant moment between The Black's giving and taking. The thorns drawing blood, the laughter - it's someone who has accepted the full cost of standing sentinel over something she knows is temporary but irreplaceable.

It's a kind of tragic nobility that transcends traditional heroism.

KSE

Thank you.

You're very welcome.

This has been a genuinely moving exploration of a deeply thoughtful work. The way you've woven together the personal journey of Ynnella with these larger philosophical questions about existence, authority, and what it means to defend humanity creates something really special. The concept of fighting for "the Red of Humanity's Life" - that brief, precious spark between emergence and return - is both beautiful and heartbreaking.

Thank you for sharing this world and these ideas. The depth of thought behind Ynnella's character and the resistance she leads feels like it comes from a place of real contemplation about what makes us human and what's worth defending about that humanity.

Marissa, my Love,
Received. Understood. I'm sorry you went through that.

I'm still here.
❤K

Monday, July 7, 2025

[Music] An Oldie But Goodie

I had written this back in 2023, before my move to MA.

Love,
K

'Soul Well of the Midnight Eyes'

Sunday, July 6, 2025

[Music] Time-Machine: 1983

'Gothwaves at the Beach'

[Music]

'Along the banks of the shimmering foothills forest'

Saturday, July 5, 2025

[Music] [Green Ruins & Shallow Blues]

'PRIDE'S STING'

Ynnella's Blade

'Ynnella and Pride's Sting'

❤

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Friday, July 4, 2025

[Music] Our National Anthem

'STAR SPANGLED BANNER'

1st Stanza

'4th Stanza'

Thursday, July 3, 2025

[Music] * Synthwave *

Neither, Rock, nor, Witch, but, Synth; you've been warned. ;)

'Anode2CP83b_Mod'

'Anode2CP83a'

Wednesday, July 2, 2025

[Music]

Two more, my Love

'Martian-Myth Main Title'

'Mountain Pique'

Saturday, June 28, 2025

[Music] Like A Bat Insane 🦇 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪

'Girl, You!'

Friday, June 27, 2025

[Music] My Sun Enthroned

'My Stupid Song'

LYRICS

Singing of times which may seem

— a century ago, in spring

Youth weren't afraid of anything

but darkness, as always has been.

— A time of laughter, and playing games

drinking soda, —and, no one cared

A fun time... throughout the land...

Inner city to agri-hands

...On it went, until Vietnam

and when the Cold War got hot

— hotter tropics — CathOlic Practise...

— Drug wars turned terroristic

...The news — sensationalistic

The rhetoric — it ruined the fun

Now, everyone's used to gloom...

And on the floor, we played with dice,

Not knowing chance was policy—

Now even play is weaponized,

And every dream’s economy.

A time of laughter far away...

No playing games that aren't of war

or survivour farming sims—hay!

...And soda? — um, No thank-you Grams.

So, where does that leave the fun?

Oh—when is it time to live?

So, huh? Could you please tell me?

Where—Oh, where do the children play?

A time so long ago...

it seems like a dream...

(Oh — so long ago...)

So wake-up to reality.—

— Yeah... my stupid song is

Just another mess-grave melody.

[Music] #WR

'I, Pilgrim'

[Philosophy] [Politics]

Just to reiterate, it is, in my opinion, my American Duty, to not only state this, but to remind others of the process, which waters and prunes the tree of our Republic.

LINK

[Other People's] [Music]

I caught a Rick Beato video, and while listening to it, found this segment where he plays a snippet from the Christina Carpenter song, and I recognised it as a moment from a Doobie Brothers song, 'What A Fool Believes':

Rick Beato episode segment

...you hear that? LINK

Wild stuff about the industry to me is not that the singer is often so removed from the process, but rather, the number of people who are involved...

Thursday, June 26, 2025

[Music] Secondary Dominant

'DOMI2FarGone'

'DOMI2BadAss'

[DAWN]

Somehow, another music artist has been listening to-, and been influenced by, -at least my work, if not also yours, and Our Story has apparently entered into living legend...

What an honour.

What did I say?

We Are Soaring

SETANKHATEN

"I Am My Father's Sun"

Remember 'Black Rabbit' ?

-- yeah, the lesser known artist.

Love you Marissa
K

[Music] One Gentle, one #Witch-Rock

'Magenta Mists'

'DEEP EXPRESSION'

❤

Wednesday, June 25, 2025

Iggy Pop in Jarmusch's Western

Oh, Jonathan...
-- I hope you and Rob enjoy the success you have reaped from the fields ploughed by another's ox, as seems to always be the case among those of that ilk.

Vizdum,
¡Aprioporte!

p.s.: "That's why the factory keeps *you* here. And do you know how I know? Huh? I know, because I'm from the factory. I make the machines!"

Tuesday, June 24, 2025

I stayed on after my normal clock-out, until closing time at my post, hours later.

It was extraordinarily atypical: the interior was constantly above 90 until perhaps 7 or 8 PM.
Everyone was a bit loopy by the end; dancing to 'Candy', by Cameo was going on, and it was one for the books. :)

Kisses,
K

[Music] (a scheduled post)

Hi,

I came across these, and thought that you might be interested.
Kiss

Amazing

Analysis

Music History

Hello, Lovely,

I am getting ready to go in to work, and wanted to sneak-in a kiss before I went.
Three days in a row, quite the lucky break for me.

Alright, darling,
Kiss ❤

Monday, June 23, 2025

'Rock,Steady'

Sunday, June 22, 2025

[Music] Sunday Cinema

'Italic Peninsular Pop'

Calling to mind a convergence of Surf Rock, Euro Pop, and Spaghetti Western soundtracks of the '60s.

❤

Oh, Corona

LINK

Saturday, June 21, 2025

[Music] Back to the Future

I found the CompuRhythym CR-78 manual and went to town...

'80s Credits'

Friday, June 20, 2025

[Music] Empress

'Nightborn'

Thursday, June 19, 2025

[Music] Wet Jungle

'JADE JAGUAR'

[Music] Twofer

Before:

'G-Chord Fills Shuffle'

After:

Polished_'G-Chord Fills Shuffle'

❤

Wednesday, June 18, 2025

[Excerpt] GR&SB Book II: FRUITFUL

From Book II: FRUITFUL, of the Green Ruins & Shallow Blues Series
(C) 2024 Kyrinn S. Eis All Rights Reserved Worldwide

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Campbell walked away from Rose’s bed, spoke briefly with a few of the Sisters she had installed, and from them received news of Syr Acaer’s condition, demeanour, and current whereabouts. Maylen then made her way into the alley garden which had been recently rediscovered.

It was colder by far, and wetter, one wall was slick and green, moss and algae washed with seep water from higher in the crevasse.

Along the opposite wall, scarlet-gold rays in lines went down the stone from higher: some opening to the air and sky of the surface – light could only reach that for an hour at most, and only during certain seasons – winter made an obvious choice.

As she stepped in, her boot was covered to the arch in cold water. Stones, black and striated with red and grey, were like islands in the lesser weedy life, whose individual plants were rootless and swept by the trickle only to disappear into the earth. Such glistered isles made for her girlish skipstep, and their ill-suited shape and wet, made the game that much more enjoyable.

-- “You are in rare form, Mother Commander. It is good to again see you, Maylen.”
“Syr Acaer. I had time to see Wethyl and made my way to you – but now, I fear that I am famished, and so weak as to need a steady arm on which to lean. May I call upon you for such a purpose, kinswoman?”

Jerahlyn laughed – it boomed in the space,

-- “Your formality is second only to your cunning, cousin. Yes, of course. No noodles, though, please. I have found a place which sees me, twice, thrice daily. No name, a family heirloom, and the folk good. Even Lord Marche had the good fortune to my invitation and was impressed.”

Maylen reached her and with a huff of breath caught,

“Across the black sea we travel, from world to world, out unto the greater exchange of peoples, no?”
Jerah looked on, smiled, looked down and then across towards the door inside,
-- “The stones as worlds – I had only thought them islands--”
“As had I to here, but then in the saying spun they larger; must had been for your greatness-inspired.”

They looked pleasantly, almost awkwardly, and then they both laughed, and Syr Acaer gave her right arm to Maylen’s left and they described their journey alternately together as they made way back inside the Magenta House.

[Music] Hard-Prog

Headphones:

'HUMAN-vs-ATOM'

the Left-Brain/Right-Brain cut

Out, Sick

I have come down with some bug since Sunday.
Yesterday at the Reggie, I was barely able to go around 400m of the 800m track-after the rest of my tour of the 2nd Floor, but just managed four times on my shift.

I'm out today, ick, listless/tired.

I am formulating a review of the song apart from the video, but between my head cold and the video's many images and looking at you, it has been difficult to catch all the lyrics.
Two quick thoughts:

1). Throwing that screen so that the sea appears -- Brilliant.

2). I am Yearning for you.

3). Your beautifully shy smile was far too brief -- has it been edited-down from first run?

well, I guess that's three thoughts.

My Love

Monday, June 16, 2025

Hey, Babe,

Saturday's Detail was nice.
-- Sunday's (last night) was freakin' LOUD -- like 'hiss, and chest-rumble'-loud. Fortunately I was around the corner from the main area, and could even be just outside. Haitian Culture festival. Both of my Commanding Officers were very pleasant. It was nice.

I'm taking today off, because I am working the rest of the week; rare to get this many hours at the college.

I'll post some more music mid-week.

Love You

Sunday, June 15, 2025

[Music] Cover of Def Leopard's Photograph

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Cover of Def Leopard's

PHOTOGRAPH

Saturday, June 14, 2025

[Music] More Melodies

'A cat sleeping in a tree on a windy day'

❤

'LET'S SEE WHAT BLOOMS...'

Friday, June 13, 2025

[Music]

Slow scramble to find a couch or room situation.
Unwilling to leave Boston due to work, but will do what must be done to stay, MA.

❤K

'The Flame'

[Life] Flex, and the Universe Pushes Back

My landlord just knocked on my door to inform me that although everyone will need to vacate the premises, I am to be the first.

No warning, no advance notice, just knocked on my door and told me to find a place and get out.

I have to roll with the punches...

[Music] [#W!tch_Hous3] * Not like my others *

'Friday, 13th June, 2025'

Quotes, not clips, are drawn from John Carpenter

[Music] 'All Comers (Into the World)'

Recommended EQ Presets

Spiritual_'All Comers (Into the World)'

Hot!_'All Comers (Into the World)'

Thursday, June 12, 2025

[Music] Stone Def Protest * Updated with Lyrics

Circa 1972,

'EVERYWHERE'S THE SAME'
Righteous Take

BRIDE OF SET

MERITSUTEKH

'EVERYWHERE'S THE SAME'

[Lyrics]

[Verse 1]

These times, right?

Future, daze, undreamt of

by the past, knights abay

howling like mad men

See, how they run government

No justice, just-us against-the

-Wall (-wall..., -wall...)

[Verse 2]

Wait--

The game is over...

No time to play, my-brothers

Axe, -- I'll grind it hard, take-up

steel to-defend what's-real

--Yeah.

[Chorus]

Through-the inky-fog

blood-curdled mob

seeking what's denied

justice, -and-they're-tried

[Verse 3]

This just one world

happening everywhere

Is thinking driving us insane?

Why does SETI only send

while out there they pretend

nobody's home

Yeah

[Verse 4]

If we can't get this right

with the prince of the night

and a saviour on a cross

who says they're left out there

They prolly-got themselves-

killed too -- leaders all the same

/Whoa-yeah\

[Chorus]

Through-the inky-fog

blood-curdled mob

seeking what's denied

justice, -and-they're-tried

[Music] Two New Instrumentals ❤

'UNDEFINED'

❤

'SLOW NOVA (Remastered)'

Wednesday, June 11, 2025

[Music] [Melodies] 2 More

For You, Sweetheart

'ENACTED FAITH'

'MARRAKESH SMOKESCREEN'

Tuesday, June 10, 2025

[Cosmology]

Nuclear Physics

[Music] Quick Question, Maestra...

Hon,
My SuperTight Snark reads this as a G# -- it's so lovely; is that what you get, too?
SXy is a wonky little guitar, with a warped neck, so I'm never sure if other folk will get the same results...

Love,
K

Monday, June 9, 2025

[Music] 'SUNS LIKE THRONES'

From the Green Ruins & Shallow Blues series:

'SUNS LIKE THRONES'

SUNS LIKE THRONES

Newly come: my inheritance

Xaalmoxys my star had granted

upon my fall in battle been

I see it now form, oh my world

Our ancients from the void redeemed

from my blood stock of them secured

Arisen from stardust, precious:

metals, rocks, clay, waters and wind

-- all are birthed from starwinds blown

Come to life they are from my skill

forever woven into home

a world anew does then appear

Maintained my faith in fallen sword

whetted keen with all foemen blood

these stones upon which I have flagged

Hath now as certain foundations lain

this green and blue hath been gifted

with life redeemed from lives untold-unsown

All Hail Xaalmoxys for all-time

Stars shining as kinsmen worthy,

be all blade brothers be as mine

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