Daily Keemo. 11.15.11. Beauty Is Always Found In The Stillness

Beauty Is Always Found In The Stillness

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The Story
Tchaikovsky.
Is in the room with me.
Tonight.
His notes are words in a conversation that I having with myself, alone. 
With Tchaikovsky.
Across the room I raise my glass to him. He says, it is all found in the number 20 in C sharp minor. I disagree and mention that all truths and self discovery are found in Sonata 14 in C sharp minor (Beethoven). It is the gentle notes and spaces where your reflection is the clearest. It is the spaces between the notes where the haunting takes place. it is the notes that bring you back to this world.
Tchaikovsky is in the room with me tonight and he motions to the black keys and then to the white ones and points out how they make no noise on their own but beauty is always found in the stillness and that there is always music with or without the keys. ...Enjoy!

Daily Keemo. 1.10.11 The Details Are Not Important

The Details Are Not Important

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Inside there are
things that the
outside
is better off not
knowing about.

the details are
not important.

... Enjoy!    
    

Daily Keemo. 1.7.11 Most Of The Time

Most Of The Time

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Most of the time our
words come from
up here

when they should
come from
down here.

... Enjoy!

Daily Keemo. 10.10. All Found Outside The Perimeter

All Found Outside The Perimeter
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On the wall to my right is a list of things to do this year and only one item on the list is checked off. I'm thankful the list means nothing to me and to be honest I am not surprised because things don't work like lists or at least I don't work like a list and life doesn't work that way and maybe the real purpose is to remind me that time and place and moments and thought are all found outside the perimeter of the paper.

... Enjoy!

Daily Keemo. 01.26. In That Moment You Are Absolute(#2 in the Typewriter series)

In That Moment You Are Absolute (#2 in the Typewriter series)
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There is a brief moment when I wake up in the morning and the room is pitch black and the air is silent and my eyes are not able to focus, that the world is absolutely perfect. It is like there is no time or place or motivation or desire or wasted minutes or wasted hours or wasted anything.

There is only you and in that moment, you are absolute.

There are no morning commutes or corporate ladders to fall off. There are no traffic jams or obscene hand gestures or sirens. There are no lotto tickets or dreams of golden tomorrows. It is only you and your hope that all good things stay good and that everything else gets lost in the pockets of pants that are not yours.

There is only you and in that moment, you are absolute.