A collection of words from a few pieces I wrote this past January. Some of it’s personal, some global, and some referring to this pdf some of you may of read recently called “Headmap” about location aware devices and the internet mapping back on physical reality.

Even though it’s not a finished piece, and I didn’t record it exactly to a beats per minute, I hope some of you guys will find some valuable moments.

As always, feel free to grab pieces you like, phrases that fit your flow.

Happy winter.

—

January 2007

My 31st winter in my 30th year
is warmer than the days of jeko and grandpa george
energy and strength rising in a time of chaos and war
hearty miso and british pounds
and dips with pullups
that give power to my sound

even with the sniffles and colds in the mornings
and lists with boxes shared through typing
the value of pen and paper remains
tangible thoughts on a moleskin arranged
—
as I read the opinions ad memories of ML King
in the suburban news, I was sad not to see his words
about the war in vietnam
for all his multicultural dreams
he also clearly spoke out and stood for an America
of non-violence in the full meaning of our nation

and now it’s time to write
words that face the fight
because silence is passing agreement
to those who bomb our ceilings
and accept the end with prideful men
losing their world in the meaning

who chooses course in our land of democracy
streets, voice, and votes?
but the president still stands for me
yes now it’s time to write
and speak the words in site
out loud in halls and digital stalls
where millions spread the words
it’s time to write

Thursday before the cold Sundance
Los Angeles is freezing

Yes, wake up and take a stand for my own experience
wake up and take a stand for our own experience for
who will be as the buildings fall
Who will we be as the climate changes,
who we will be as the chaos rages
—
dimension creep is upon us
in the forms of rooms with histories
telephones tagged in the booth of our memories
leaving photographs and sounds and moving images
on the connected map which is the mobile
tagged with date, time and place

and so those who come after us,
assuming openness
can stand on the corner of Fulton and Flatbush
as a flood of headmap memories rush through their experience
it really is the 4th dimension informing our current moment

we are what we expect,
optimists, pessimists
how you see what’s possible
and the question remains,
if only we could headrush forward

and now it’s time to write
words that face the fight
because silence is passing agreement
to those who bomb our ceilings
and accept the end with prideful men
losing their world in the meaning