Song Cycle Kodachrome
Four poems from July 1991
An Oaken Table with Oaken Chairs
Sits inhabited by throes of Imagination.
They converse, they watch,
they wonder at the wetness of the Rain.
Complexity / Music / Technology / Intuition / Poetry / Listening
Four poems from July 1991
An Oaken Table with Oaken Chairs
Sits inhabited by throes of Imagination.
They converse, they watch,
they wonder at the wetness of the Rain.
My wife and I were talking recently about how we feel like we’re floating in a constantly numbing “Groundhog Day” fugue state. Instrument building is a super effective way to change my entire frame of mind, much like getting deep into an improvisation or track editing session. So while it’s not anywhere closely related to my day job, my unconscious probably doesn’t see it that way. Regardless, it serves to dissipate the stress all around me.
Getting around cognitive biases (like “hindsight is 20/20” or a confirmation you expect) is akin to Listening Deeply. I don’t mean paying more attention gives better insight. I mean what matters is the entirety of your sonic awareness.
(a listening deeply gift from the urban inside)
Walking late one afternoon after a day deep in Cognitive Systems and Resilience Engineering workshops, chatting with one of the eminent researchers in the field, the conversation circled around common ground in joint activity and sociotechnical systems sharing qualities with music ensembles. I remember agreeing how some uncategorizable thing exists on both sides as an outcome, where a result far greater than merely the sum of its parts occurs.