We awoke to bright sun, instead of the forecast dense cloud. The birds have been oddly quiet after being rowdy yesterday. As we watched, a starling stuck its head into the sparrows’ bird house, perhaps after chicks or eggs, then flew away. Now the sparrows are chirping loudly.
This morning I sat down in the studio, only to discover that I had no ideas and was feeling completely adrift and clueless, an experience that fits the moment but remains uncomfortable. I worked on material from yesterday and just played as there seemed nothing else to do.
I am aware that chance enters the studio and compositions, adding the spice of randomness, following the arc of nature. I am left to choose what remains and to adjust and reimagine the flow of sound. All this seems to echo nature in a Darwinian sense of process.
Writing, art making, and sound work all touch some deeply evolving process that is the life trajectory of all systems. Like the Tao things simply emerge, are available to interact with, and dissipate into something else. Everything becomes texture and flow, taking on a sort of Cagian reflection of the world, pointing to the interplay of choice and chance which creates structure.
I remind myself that we humans and our impacts on the world are also nature. We pretend that this moment will last, but like all phenomena, it, and we, will pass; in a million years the world and its denizens will look very different.
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