Tuesday, December 18, 2007

not so easy




Marching through an ornate forest of shimmering synthetic palms and slippery, thickly packed chords, a humanoid sings her mournful song in a filtered binary tongue. Moved by her desolate rhythm the plastic forest pulses in an alien sway swallowing her in spongy fog.

                              

Killin' Us Softly

In a grey courtyard a monk sits beneath a pagoda. He is hunched over, plucking his board-like koto in a lilting staccato rhythm. As he furiously plays into a trance, leaves begin to swirl, lending their sweeping percussion to the sharp koto stabs. The rain claps onto the grey stone, cutting the groove into glossy fragments that bounce around the courtyard like atomic particles liberated from their mechanical bonds. 


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