Chaos & Creations of the Wyrd Collection Vol. 3
Welcome to this is on going series of Chaos & Creations of the Wyrd. A little bit about this series of art exploration:
The Chaos & Creations of the Wyrd Collection is my collection of dreamtime collages, they contain Burroughs inspired cut-ups, remix and bootleg surrealism; the editing is experimental & shamanic; the setting most times psychedelic and exquisite; and the narrative involves poetic identity dissolution, mirrors, quotes, labyrinths of infinite reflections and the dreamtime.
As a general process of reading something I take notes, writing down on a piece of paper whatever quote that glimmers to my mind's eye. I usually just have a stack of notes laying around, never really knowing why until that strange moment when the creations of the wyrd sing to me, some kind of reverse Déjà vu.
Ok, Ok, Ok, Back To The Show:
We got all these Ideas swirling around, and
swimming around our consciousness,
the trouble seas of the ocean of possibilities,
fragments of dreams cause glitches of reality,
half-spoken truths cause broken hearts of yesteryear
The Death of The Narrative
Crisis and Transformation
Infinite Reflection and Liberation
Evolving Consciousness to those digital beats
Language is a virus from Outerspace, and
these words have been stuck in (inner)space
for far too long, now is the time,
to purge all the forgotten dreams,
broken ideas and lost feelings
Chaos is the Rhyme,
We're piecing together Space & Time
The best way to predict the future is to make it
Program or be programmed
Lessons in Chaos, Find the other,
those Mutant fun people
And Create The Weird
did you know that the word weird,
comes from Wyrd is a concept in Anglo-Saxon
culture roughly corresponding to fate
or personal destiny
so that's weird really is
some kind of divine order(chaos)
and perhaps this is IT
Life is not a series of gig lamps symmetrically arranged;
life is a luminous halo, a semi-transparent envelope
surrounding us from the beginning of consciousness to the end.
Look around you and notice how abundantly the circular pattern of the mandala appears in your environment. you can see this geometric shape in all aspects of life. The sun in the sky, the nucleus of the cells in your body, and the pristine design of a snowflake all have the scared roundness of the mandala. In fact, according to the ancient science of Sacred Geometry, it is the pattern created by interlocking spheres, that forms the matrix of all universal matter.
As we rest our gaze upon a mandala, the mind becomes as still as the surface of a pool of water…(Notes on Mandalas)
Sidenote: The note and the inspiration for this piece was due to having an Infinite Imaginarium Show with @AdamMillwardArt.
Get rid of all the shit that is covering your shine -
Because I’m about to spit a rhyme
Waging a war against the wackness,
pushing the limits of reality thru poetry,
imaginary and music streaming infinity via hyperspace
The grit and grind, The wheel of time
all of eternity is mine
Eternity’s palm, holding the everywhen
Infinity never loses glitz and shine
only if you remember to grind
eating pancakes at the doorstep of the trickster,
playing ding dong ditch at the abyss
laughing with the cosmic giggle at the edge of space/time
by doing so, we destabilize language,
perception, and reality and get closer to the truth,
externalizing what is already internalized
Infinite Reflection,
Chaos and Transformation
The Only Magic Left is Art
THE STRAITJACKET OF coincidences
A WAY TO CUT THROUGH invisible
mind-bending reality emerge
Dreams bursting through the seams
We code our reality with our dreams
All life, energy, and matter as it is today, is part
of one vast unchanging network of relationships which
can be traced back to time out of time or the everywhen
Before the dawn of the mind,
everything was the Dreaming,
It still is, but perception collapsed
the Dreaming into Space/Time,
fixed position atoms and
the world we now see and know
A Dream within a Dream is
what it all seems to be
Some Dreams will never end
Some Realities will never begin
And somethings will only be in poems
Disembodied Poetics of Hyperspace
High Above the Clouds, Whereabout Unknown
(Tori) Can fly home with its eyes closed. Try to understand
WYRD! shit, FUCK IT...We be...glidin...
on that cyclone eco-system flows, invert the script
from Degens to Regens, from Dao to Tao,
it's time to redux NFTs
but what the fuck do WE know?
Related Blogs:
- In The Valley of Novelty
- Chaos & Creations of the Wyrd Collection Vol. 1
- Chaos & Creations of the Wyrd Collection Vol. 2