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Thursday, February 29, 2024

ALCHEMY
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Hurrian Hymn

I don't quite know what to say about this, except that I like it.

Wednesday, February 28, 2024

The Chase
Reeves, Steele, & Brigham

I would love to make an album like this.

Babe,
these are in Southpaw orientation, but I'm sure you'll get along fine.



Love You,
-K


Bambole by Ennio Morricone

Scorpia in Wane



Hey, Pretty Girl,
I'm sorry for what happened yesterday evening.
I just want to see you, be with you, and I think you know how much I love you, darling.
When can we get together in town?
I'm struggling to make ends meet, and can only reach a certain radius from Dot.
Call me, Love.
-K

Tuesday, February 27, 2024

Excerpted from GREEN RUINS & SHALLOW BLUES: Book II: FRUITFUL
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The pair walked, neared the beach, trod its small grassy dunes, and made their way to the shore.  Naradan looked at her right foot and then her left, and her boots were gone.  Zere turned back and with a girlish smile, winked at Dina and ran into the sea's brilliant webwork of bubbles drawn back out to the next wave's crash.  Far enough out to be sprayed, she laughed sharply at the cold, and then with happy eyes, pled Dina join her.  Momentarily delayed by the doff of her shoes, Dina likewise exclaimed as the cold wash rushed over her feet, up her shins, and splashed her upturned cuffs.  Just in time to be spattered with finger-flicked brine, Dina laughed and doused Zereshem in rapid waves until she endured the same from the other.  The sunset was beautiful: one of clarity of blue embraced by an electric rust.  When Dina thought that all had been seen, Naradan stayed her departure and pointed at the horizon,
"...Now!"
A green flash appeared, -- danced in its hover, -- shone over the sun's barely visible crown, ...and then was gone; such brief beauty as to startle Dina.  Its suddenness made her question the realty of the vision.
"They call it a, 'Green Flash'."
Dina hugged Zereshem; cried.  The Prolegomenarch held her steady despite the tide's rise.



 https://www.youtube.com/live/IbkD0N8rNbs?si=rmvQRRlqcfC4Tx9N

[Art][Arcana]

)XII( Jester & (0) The Fool
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[Music][Opinion]

Minimalist Brilliance

[Art][Near Future]

"All this machinery making modern music Can still be open-hearted"
-- Spirit of Radio RUSH Permanent Waves

Faraday
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Monday, February 26, 2024

Food Preservation in Early America
Townsends

π•²π–”π–™π–π–Žπ–ˆ 𝕬𝖗𝖙

Seabird
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Hi,

I briefly tried an F#, but everything sounded weird-bad-wrong, so I gave in to tradition and replaced my G string.  Now, I miss the chonky sounds I was getting without it -- I sounded metal, even with no amp, lol.

Now I can get back to my secret sound, for your ears only.

Love πŸ”₯you,
-KπŸ”₯

Uplift
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Sunday, February 25, 2024



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Witch House Mix I
KORROSIV

Babe, We Need to Talk

BRIDE OF SET

WRITTEN EXORCISE
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Sculped brows dark lines
copper arches shimmering
over eyes of sea dark wine
her undertow me summoning

Heavenly hash outside at night
a broken folding chair
collapsed and yet she held on tight
laughed it off debonaire

Inside she stopped by, made time
established strong rapport
her face burnt into my mind
was then I knew I wanted more

Met her friends to vet me
I think they said: okay
Listened looking down stream
was then I knew I'd stay

Light cast blue and pink
dramatic shadow lines
Lemon yellow exit
was so-hard to find

Bought four CDs after
just to talk some more
disappointed chatter
'haps thought me a bore

Maybe a whole week later
reached out to strum some strings
talked about my whether
and other sorts of things

Purchased lefty Fender
recommended by her choice
he'd hoped that it would end there
instead I'd found my voice

Mountains passed and then some
shred tire nearly burst
Apartment disassembled
high cost it was well worth

Motel rooms my studio
writing ever more
found my upstairs 'partment
even wrote the score:

Moon and Sun dynamics
sweeter than before
then off to overseas
emailed her while on tour

Woodland wander end November
declared my love and more
intervention stopped me
he sought to settle score

More songs and tears alonely like
piled at my door
words and allusions so trite
dusting up my floor

New Year, new chance to see
her again once more
But always only once to be
monthly and no more

My sparkling darkling love
So, now where are we
raven hearted blackest dove
feels like you-have left me

Sunday
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Saturday, February 24, 2024

Sequins Alight v1

Instrumental Reprise

[Art][Learning]

https://youtu.be/nRg8rSw5n8w?si=lWM332YVatJ60VkX 

Ooh, this looks cool. too.

I just learned of him today.
I love his work.
He and Beardsley and Clarke are among my most favourite illustrative style.

Among contemporary artists, I see similar linework and characterisation in Donna Barr, P. Craig Russell,  and, Charles Vess.

Those Nielsen pieces for Bald Mountain also look so much like 1:1 inspiration for my fave, Erol Otus, and in a similar vein, Peter Mullen.  Russ Nicholson existed somewhere between these two worlds of thin lines.

Klimt seems to have been an outgrowth of that earlier Beardsleyan-Clarkean work, with more of an Impressionist hand on the fleshly parts exposed beneath the splendour of the opulent clothing and golden mantles.

How do I also love Singer-Sargent and Hopper?  My self portrait explains how.

Babe, if you step outside, firstly: don't lock yourself out; but also, don't stay out on the porch too long; the stars will fall from their places in adoration -- and we can't have that; -- plus, I'd be so jealous.  :D

Love you, Marissa,
-K

Love you Babe,
       πŸ”₯πŸ”₯

Saturday
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[Art][Tutorial][Before][/][After]

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😜


Friday, February 23, 2024

Friday
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[Music][String-Theory]

Love, this is what I'm spinning out without the G-string.
I mute string 1, it jangles too much if I don't; the G-string tension was too high and it changed how all the other strings sounded once it snapped; I've tuned them back without it.

2[1]C
4[2]E
(this finger is always just resting)
4[3]F

2[3]D
4[4]F#
4[5]G

2[5]E
4[6]G#
4[7]A

etc.

Obviously choose other notes to compliment these; but this is the base from which I'm working.

[Music]

Worst of Jefferson Airplane

Xemetic Music

 Similar to the music which Supreme Chief Justice Daisa Spentz was listening: LINK

10:30 Sun
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Thursday, February 22, 2024

[Art]

You're always on my mind, Sweetheart.

A little present to brighten your day:

'Cripple Creek'
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It's all just you, Love. :)


[Music][Memories of Home]

Going Out Of My Head
Sergio Mendes & Brasil '66

The whole album

It's been a long time coming

[You]

That missing G-string has really opened up my playing, which is so weird.  I tend to grow more through limitations than through limitless freedom; I have to really dig down past the surface of what I'm doing and find a new way forward.  I had just, the night prior to the string-snap, found a new three finger position which elicited beautiful tones, and now, without G, they sound even lovelier to me.  Strings 2 and 4.

Speaking of beautiful, I miss you so much, Love
Kinda goin outta my head,
-K

Wednesday, February 21, 2024

[Art][Sci-Fi][STARWARD!]

STARWARD! is my Traveller homage, and is part of the Grand Tapestry / URUTSK Cycle.

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Doctrine of Freedom

Lifer

Police Action

Terra Sends Her Best

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[Life]

I blew out my G-string, and don't have any tools and strings; I think I have left those at my sister's place, so no replacement until I can make the time to get it serviced.

I forged ahead, and although certain pieces don't sound the same, a few of my Free EGBs sounded really boss and I may not rush the g-string's replacement.  It ahs -- oh, I can't tell you about that one, sorry, Love.  Anyway, Imagine those other posts and poetic form where I was primarily in the high strings being played without the G.  It forced much more spontaneity in my playing, and it felt great -- I'm kinda soaring right now.

Writing is spotty, but the music is waxing, and art is going well, too.  I just purchased a newer version of a digital paining programme I had been using on and off from version one.  I was finding some or the traditional tools I'd been using in my other software too limiting, so I took the plunge and invested in one of my old favourites: the natural media brushes alone are amazing.

Alright, I'll catch you later,

Defending My Lady
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Try 5/8 time, Love,
-K

Tuesday, February 20, 2024

[Repost] NECTAR 1st Stanza

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[Music]

Here's the full music I've written for NECTAR, my response to, Sweetness.

NECTAR
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This one is too cute not to share

Night Aire
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Monday, February 19, 2024

US
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[Culture][TV]

A sample of TV fiction which informed me in my youth
Please view in this order:

1). UFO: The Responsibility Seat
LINK

2). the prisoner
LINK

3). Space: 1999 Series 1 Dragon's Domain {Scary & Icky}
LINK

Love you,
-K

[Colour Theory]

I like to use these sorts of named swatches for my writing.



Avoiding edibles when describing skin tone hasn't always worked, but I do try to stick to inanimate object names when possible.

My own palette of colour meanings hews pretty closely on surface blush to psychological profiles of associations, but the more exotic the hue or shade, the more likely I mean something specific, as interactions of two or more common colours get blended or overlain.  See, it's because it is both pigment mixing, and light filtration I'm concerned with -- some real investigation as to which colours appear based upon different stars' daylight colours, and if moon-colouration affects moonlight on weird coloured foliage, etc.  One description took hours to research.

Today's a weird day for me.
Last February sucked, and now this one is ...tough.

I think I'll post another set of lyrics later, evening time.

Okay, Love,
I'll catch you later,

Sunday, February 18, 2024

GREEN RUINS & SHALLOW BLUES: BOOK II: FRUITFUL

Excerpt Chapter 11
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Aleks smelled Antje's hair, noted the difference, smiled.  He moved his right hand, felt her hands clutch his to her breast: larger.  He ground into her, between the sheets?  Sleepily, he mumbled, his face half buried in the pillow, the rest covered by her balsamed hair,
"Pregnant again?"

Silence; awkward silence.  Aleks became more fully awake, aware of his early morning yearning.
-- "Not yet."

Aleks pulled away slowly; Barbara turned her head, swept her hair from her face, looked at him with quiet longing, reached out to touch his face; he pulled away and sat up, bent his knees to tent himself; shook his head.  Barbara softly pawed with her right hand, while her left--
Aleks got out of bed angrily, stomped the short distance to the bathroom and stepped inside the shower and snarled in the cold jet of water which alleviated his condition; he wanted to punch the shower wall, to punch Barbara, to punch Salvys bloody, to throw himself to his death out that monastery window to the pile of corpses below, to stop thinking, stop remembering his duty, his obligations.  He punched the wall and then twice more in a right-left combo.  His right fist throbbed; there.  The instrument of self-control he had allowed to slacken.
-- "Don't beat yourself up. I'm sorry, okay?  I'm sorry, I haven't--"
Alex pulled her into the shower and she almost screamed, then burst into shuddered laughter for the cold.  Aleks looked down into her eyes, fingersbreadth shorter than Antje; he wanted to glower but instead, smiled, laughed.
-- "I guess that's Prussian for STFU, huh?"
Aleks snorted a laugh and stepped out, and towelled-off.  He left the towel for her and reclaimed the undershirt she had taken; it smelled good.  He balled his fists and pulled on his boxers, then sat and put on his combat pants.  She emerged, the towel clutched in front of her again as she dabbed her face of water, and then sped past him to pull on her panties and sun dress.  Aleks reached across and squeezed her right hand with his left; Barbara turned as she hid her face in her right shoulder, raised then, and nodded; slowly turned back and silently sobbed.  Aleks stood, donned his over shirt, tucked it into his pants and felt again his desire.  He tongued his teeth in anger and then pulled his arms through the straps of the rucksack; its weight felt good, familiar, like returning home from a salvage run.  Aleks then clasped his war belt and checked the pistol's magazine, racked the slide, and caught the ejected cartridge, dropped the magazine and inserted the cartridge before he returned the mag to home, and then pushed the pistol into the rigid retention holster; its snap into place was the last bit of the ritual.  Aleks turned to see her progress.

Barbara looked somehow younger, prettier.  She smiled softly as she towelled-dry her long natural curls; he admired her strong nose; found his mind wander to what her children would look like; shook his head awake, and snorted again.  A strong connection, this.  The beast in the wood -- Aleks laughed aloud.
"What?  What is it?"
-- "Ever since whatever happened in the yellow-flower woods..."
"Yeah.  I feel it too.  I mean I had been sexed up in the joint, y'know -- a girl gets lonely, but this -- you and me -- its nuts; Crazy town."  Her honesty extended to her eyes, which still shone with longing.  Aleks nodded.
-- "Tozhe samoye"
Barbara smiled more deeply,
"Russian more than German, 'Prussian'?"
Aleks nodded, -- "Mother was in the Soviet Central Committee, father was a painter, an engraver; 'famous' for a stamp of a Reich building that was bombed with an atomic weapon and never rebuilt."

Barbara wanted him even more now; he was no NAZI; there was something between them; like an invisible string, no -- more like magnets, and not in their hips: somewhere higher, heart, head?  Aleks turned towards her, studied her face, raised his right hand, almost stepped towards her, almost; he pivoted, balled his hands to fists and walked to the door.  It was going to happen; probably when they least expected it, like after a car crash or something like that.  She sighed half-happily, half-forlorn and laughed at herself.  Barbara looked about for anything of hers she had missed, and out of a sense of guilt, she picked up the wet towel from the bed and tossed it over the back of the chair by the small round table; gave the room a second once-over and then headed out the door Aleks held open.

BRIDE OF SET

ORPHEUS LYRE
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Outside the window a window
in time, rays outshine
with fiery light fluffy clouds
 -- at dawn of night.

Lit my brain on glassy fire:
Beautiful Dreamer come unto me
Chantress'skilled Orpheus' lyre
Now but a spirit visiting-me.

Will the perch by mine?
Hours to while away the days
Wanted-seclusion, yet
so many different ways.

New Moon and Black Sun
orbits entangled
Blood Moon and Fiery Dawn
all our ghosts now strangers.

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NECTAR
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These are the three elements:

Lunar Theme
:: E  | Em | Am | Am7| C  | Dm | G 


Twilights
:: Dm | Em | G  | Am | Am7| F  | Em | Dm


Solar Theme
:: Dm | G  | D  | Bm | B  | A  | C 


Common: G  | Dm

Secure
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[Art][URUTSK]

The original which inspired Kovach to add his spin for Goodman Games' Mutant Crawl Classics.

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[Art][URUTSK]

Circa 2007 to 2010

Tactical Insertion Craft (TIC)
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[Photos][Olden Daze]

Fiddled around with white and shadow balance, grain and pop, and so forth, but here is s photo of my mom, circa 1970.


&


Perhaps 1960


Outdoor Activities
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Evolution

Faun bij maneschijn

LΓ©on Spilliaert (1900)



Always Something There To Remind Me
Naked Eyes

Saturday, February 17, 2024

We Move Within Her
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Thorny!Crown

We keep playing tag
it seems
When can we meet?
Sort this all out?
Are you ready for
together?
Seems like it's taken
forever:
17 Months
and
30 Years
I propose a toast
The Longest Ever
Together Yet Never

Your eyes still
Smoulder I long
to caress those
shoulders
Whisper unsung
lyrics hot in your
ears, Dear

Shall I hire Uber
Driver to ride
round your town
Meet at a cafe
notch our fears
down?
Still not clear which exit
to take, here

Sweetness, I did answer
Long Months Ago
Then October
Never got to read it to you
We came so close though
Two now gone past
Third one, this time
Together?  Bitte.

Did my music notes
ring out of tune?
Its Twilight slumbers
in you induce?
That orbital interaction
Subtly abstruse in
Hot eclipse action ; p

Every day is like madness
Saint G. Libby malefaction
If I knew that toughness
had to endure this protraction
I'd had done it just the same
'til insane :: (your voice in refrain)

Help me out here, Lady!
Why aren't we at the same
address?
Share a Netflix subscription
&
Fold laundry to Audible text
dictations?

Like mic said,
'Tear it out 'n bleed it all over
-- the stage?'
Is this still just an  early page
In a holy passion play?
Don't lift me up,
make me upstage
Oy veh!
Bestimmt

Ich liebe dich,
Meine süßer Vogel

Dove
▼▲ ΛΛ4Π―4ZΛΛ

Mirror|rorriM
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Friday, February 16, 2024

Earworm

Marissa, are you also hearing, Peace Train, over and over in your head, like links in a chain? 

Peekaboo

Pedestal Poise 
 
High above
you tower
Is it silhouette
or cabaret, dear
Half dressed
I imagine the
caress of velvet
Night time for
reflection
Mirror kiss me
near perfection
Veer south
and graze among
the lilies
Don't court Hill
Billy's Holiday
Not this Summer
Not ever Swear
Us Forever I
wear my Heart
up on my sleeve
Unfinished bees
wax poetic on
Our knees
Alter perceptions
of what can be
with Me & Thee
Let's Together see
and Be,
Dear

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[Just Art]

Ode to Sunfall
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Aftermath
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Thursday, February 15, 2024

Dream A Little Dream Of Me
Doris Day

[Visual][Medly]

πŸ”₯πŸ”₯







Oh, My lovely girl,
I know, I feel it too.
When can we be together?

Love,

Wednesday, February 14, 2024

Valentine's Day

I am richer for you in my life
Crowned with Autumn colours
Re-leaved within a grey and chill
forest of blackest trunks,
and branches reach in the dark
Bathed and shining within Your holy light
My Night held closer
ever closer to my
vital Beating Heart

All My Love, Marissa,
Yours,



Tuesday, February 13, 2024

There's Still Work to Do, Love
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