Thursday, July 31, 2008


Things to do in a labyrinth #4

Enjoy the sensation of discovering someone else in the labyrinth.

18. It's a Point of Pride

It's a point of pride what the Nubians are not.
They are not Egyptians. No. They do not just want your money,
they want to be your friend.
Save money till the end --
(then you fight.)


Wednesday, July 30, 2008


Things to do in a labyrinth #3

Walk with your eyes up. There's a good chance you'll get distracted and accidentally cross a line. Did you? Watch how doubt colors every subsequent moment.

Tuesday, July 29, 2008


by Doug Balliett


Things to do in a labyrinth:
2. Enjoy the sensation of emerging from spaghetti and easing into a long arc.

Monday, July 28, 2008

Things to Do in a Labyrinth

I have been spending a lot of time at the labyrinth at St. Thomas. It is a copy of the labyrinth at Chartres in France. I recommend finding one near you.

Things to Do in a Labyrinth #1:

Start at an arbitrary point, and follow the path. Are you walking in or out? Enjoy the sensation of discovering the answer to that question.


The Bonnie Brae Tierkreis was a big success. Thanks again so much to our friends who performed, and to everyone who came. Videos will come up soon.

Here is my Libra, performed by the wonderful Mollie Marcuson.

Monday, July 21, 2008


Krebs - Cancer

Our habits are more generative than our efforts. I'm trying to harness mine.

Friday, July 18, 2008

Brother Metal

This Capuchin monk fell in love with heavy metal. "I do it to convert people to life, to understand life, to grab hold of life, to savour it and enjoy it."

Thursday, July 17, 2008


Brad and I are knee deep in Tierkreis, Stockhausen's cycle of melodies for music box.  Rehearsals of our realizations commence Sunday, and the concert is next Friday, the 25th, 8pm, at 1416 Bonnie Brae.

Tierkreis is gorgeous.  The generosity and fertility of these 'centered 12-tone melodies' is inspiring.  I am most smitten, at present, with Taurus.  Listen to this, and come to the concert!

Wednesday, July 16, 2008


Brad and I are writing furiously our own arrangements of Stockhausen's Tierkreis, a cycle of simple and beautiful melodies based on the Zodiac. A concert will follow -- soon. Stay tuned.

Saturday, July 12, 2008

17 Fifty Topless Sunbathing Russians

Sunbathing Russians
is the theme of this song.

How come it's so, so sad?

The B/Bb cross relation (really B/A#) was gutsy but unsuccessful. I'll step to the Bb next time, maybe try to get an F in the middle voice. So much to learn!


Friday, July 11, 2008

16 Let Me Do It

We spent a few days on the Red Sea in a resort for Russians. It was a nice break from the heat, buses and hostels, but we found constant service as alien as anything else.

Let me do it
on my own, please.
I don't need your constant
help. Give me back
my bags, and get out of my room,
and don't you take my plate
until I'm done.


Thursday, July 10, 2008

15 Wedding Honk

Part of a wedding ceremony is to drive a bunch of cars around town honking 'da da dit-dit da, da da dit-dit da.'

Traditionalist taboos, together with the difficulties involved in getting married, are reportedly frustrating.


Wednesday, July 9, 2008


Oh, Gratitude!

Andrew Zukoski made this:

Saturday, July 5, 2008

14 Parsley, a Touch of Salt

Parsley, a touch of salt,
tomatoes, and some cumin
a good salad makes. Oh!


13 Waiter Screamed and Spit

This delicious evening of sheesha, shai bi naa'na and karkade in a Luxor 'ahwa is about to go awry.

Waiter screamed and spit and threw
my twenty-seven pounds into
my face! It was hard
to not collapse and get ripped off.
Oh I was shaking!


Thursday, July 3, 2008

12 If I Wash My Clothes

If I wash my clothes in the porcelain bidet,
will a terrible, terrible disease come my way?
Oh ants, begone!


11 Two More People on the Bus

Two more people on the bus than there are seats.
Here comes the station man. Will he kick us
off the bus? (Just look out the window.)


Wednesday, July 2, 2008

10 Oh Poverty!

First day it's charming.
Second day it's oh so quaint.
(Look at the donkeys and you'll just faint!)
Third day it's sleepy.
Fourth day it's sad.
Oh, Poverty!