We ask its name. The planchette moves
from a letter to a letter to
the slow eternity of a space
more elusive than ghost
to just its geometrical shape
in the sky, to
bokeh, to
only its ball shaped lens
reflecting moon or lamp
or lens flare
to orb to sky,
our youthful hands
so large in the sky.
I don’t care – within these words lies no truth. I want to care not – this is part truth. I’m bleak, cynical and seriously ironic with paradoxical empathy compacted within my inner core.
By E.Elliot & A.J.Mortimer
Paradoxes are not meant to be solved. They want to see honesty, patience and openness, before the questions they contain are revealed to us – intuitively, I have made an error.
By E.Elliot
Existence is comprised of currents forming patterns that flow, twirl, expand, ascend, descend and dance in unison, never touching but forever parallel to each other. (Indeed, mathematics reveals life) Use your imagination (Yes, your imagination. You do not exist without it) and witness the illustration these abstract currents form, visible only when the abstractions are in motion. Notice that when a current dies out the illustration is unperformed. The elegant frame is weakened followed by the collapse of the equally elegant spectacle representing our experience. Yet, the illustration prevails – there is always a substitute current that arises in the former’s place regardless of its practicality, whether it arises by design, is indifferently accepted or willfully embraced. Have you been paying attention to the words written? When a current fades into non-linear comprehension – non-existence - the parallel patterns cease.
By E.Elliot & A.J.Mortimer
I write my dreams on the wings of a paper plane
And send it gliding from my window.
Maybe someone will know
To throw it again and continue this chain.
I write my dreams on the wings of a paper plane.
It's still flying, I saw it yesterday,
It's now so far away
And I don't know if my dreams are still the same.
I write my dreams on the wings of a paper plane,
And send it gliding from my window.
The last one got destroyed by rain,
But it's a sunny day tomorrow.
somewhere,
the planet paints itself
across the sky buried as a mountain
in the distance
clocks wind in fury
to defy what's real
in technicolor spring
rivers flow like enemies
of rhythm and grow old
as despair in the ice
rain squats over the roof
the church bells peal
like carols in the weeping cold
I bury myself deep
in the warm pockets of drink
to fuel what's in range
all my troubles in the wind
thick as thieves
that they should follow me
from scape to scape
here lies all my fears
abundant as stars
which took years to write
like hearts shaped in the dust
3D scanning in custom instrument production by Andres9527, literature
Literature
3D scanning in custom instrument production
Musical instruments are the crystallization of art and craftsmanship, and their history can be traced back to the beginning of human civilization. From early bone flutes to modern symphonic instruments, each instrument carries a specific culture and emotion. With the support of modern technology, 3D scanning technology is completely revolutionizing the field of instrument manufacturing, giving traditional craftsmanship a new lease of life and providing new possibilities for customized production. Whether it is string instruments, brass instruments, woodwind instruments, or percussion instruments, 3D scanning technology is opening up an unprecedented creative space for musicians and makers.
String instruments: a double breakthrough in timbre and craftsmanship
Capture classics and reproduce famous instruments
String instruments such as violins, cellos and guitars have extremely high requirements for timbre. Their charm comes not only from the materials, but also from the exquisite
cathédrale de verre
silence vertical
les lignes fracturent le ciel
le reflet se défait du monde
le vide demeure
the city watches itself
cathedral of glass
vertical silence
lines fracture the sky
the reflection unbinds itself from the world
the void remains
a window no longer needs an image.
The light pooled
is a shade enough of being gathered -
is a heart
pre-photo, post-photo.
Everyone's ambient light.
On the cold side, the wind
is everyone's fingers
prying at the laminate,
the glass.
There's a language between the chandelier
and streetlight
that is everyone's conversation
that never saw the hallway lose its walls.
A whole in the neighbor's fence
whose flood lights
speak to ours
during storms.
There are lights and shadows
in a window
that are someone's,
that are another's
who leverages them against
the winter sky -
a neighborhood
of loyal stars.
There's a red Oak in a Google street view
whose branches split off
into my skin
when it was young,
that gave me the scar on my wrist,
that sits in the light I
once knew,
that quickly joined the
changing light of years,
that is everyone's light.
that now bears the red highlights
in its leaves
that my strands once did.
a window no longer needs an image.
The light pooled
is a
Glowing in the light
shining bright my somnophor
cloth stained with worth
rust wraped in silk
filtering shades of shartruce
glass blottles in rows
melting pots and neon lights
ships and stars
gliding on smoldering tars
the flow of the river's bedlest be renaissance
through the tissue paper
left to mingle with iron
blunt bones aged to something crude
melting pots of hopes
poured ships and starsFlourescent puffs of acceptence
shadowy juxapose blue
bells and whistles
sprockets spooled in milk
used trees left in lots
rifts of intrinsic indigo
clanging metal the nod to night
blistering zing of feeling
fine china next to super glue
broken, just ...
Reality as a figure of reflective art by Negroefpresidentoufe, literature
Literature
Reality as a figure of reflective art
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How do you not see the heightened gesture? The turn of the head? Look around. See the contingents. Look above. The brushstrokes are there, the patterns oscillate, offering their delight to you. How can you not hear the story, be moved by its form, and fail to admit its totality? How can you deny your character? Indeed, there is a chronicle beyond laced with awe.
By E.Elliot & A.J.Mortimer