Elbow

Ti amo, cielo.

To the corner. Nudged.

The elbow can no more.

Almost swept to current.

I am letting go.

this cannot

Alt defining music - B Eno

"Q: One of my favorite definitions of time is that time is what stops everything happening at once. I wonder if music is what stops noise happening all at once? (…)

I’m sure when the first abstract paintings appeared, people said, “No figure, no structure,” etc… The point about melody and beat and lyric is that they exist to engage you in a very particular way. They want to occupy your attention.

I wanted to hear a music that could create an atmosphere that would support your attention but still let you decide where it was directed.

— Brian Eno, English musician, composer, record producer, singer and visual artist, known as one of the principal innovators of ambient music, in conversation with the novelist David Mitchell, Brian Eno: Success ruins artists, Salon.com, Oct 1, 2011

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Arrow to the elbow

While away escape. Another out of breath.
Calm to keep when cold makes of the lake,
a walkway. The door is huge and painted red.
Those symbols keep ringing and blood dries.

Torture from the string and stone. Consequence
is learnt. It died writhing for life, a scapegoat
to slaughter. The forest holds the echo of love.
The master stays quiet, he knows but does not
speak. Truth makes a circle, drawn in the sand.

Arrow to the elbow, suffer needles at night.
It cracks like a wheel burdened. Cold, deep.
So quick
to repartee and so tardy, the muses to remind.
Dense growth and fly through the air, caution
to the wind. Who knows who we really are?