Light On Plasticity

– A subconscious re-interpretation of a little-known luminous phenomenon replete and re-heated in conspiracy with certain unutterable new findings in Ye Scroll of ye Lore, &c.; &c.;  by Cedric Brodie, Doctor &c Physick.; &c.:

- Constraining herewith an oral account both humble and magnificent, of the peregrinations of the above-mentioned philosopher, namely Mr Cedric Brodie, ‘during his various and divers voyages around and about the Soul of Man; namely and to whit: ye Seeing, ye Hearing, ye Touch, ye Smell, etc., etc., &.C;  also included is the narrative of ye return voyage to New Lynsmouth and various hilarious goings-on in that fair towne.  Printed by Grittfellow, Withertop and Urge – Cheapside, London, in the year of 1617.

Upon a beam of light I sailed around, ever chasing the sun.  After many a voyage I noticed the beams of sun were reflecting off the water, I traced their source, I charted their course and plumbed their line.  By Jupiter!  With all zeal I sought the source of sun’s silent shine.  I can’t pretend to grasp the shimmering glint with mere bony hand.  This playful spirit sits still for no-one, not even a child.  Dancing light, do you never sit upon the water when the water is still?  I chased you round but found that though you eluded me, still, you were there all the time, right there – gravity bent you my way by attraction oh playful spirit of light you were the Newton’s apple of my eye.  So instead, after many restless voyages around the poles of the horn, I settled down to the life of an English country squire and a natural history of botanical verbiage. Taxonomical lepidoptery filled many a pleasant day when I was not drowsing before a roaring fire as the rain skittered down.  E’er the glint sparkled for me from then on.  I sat back like a crafty old dog and let the light come to me.  Now, instead of chasing it, I could simply sit and look deeply into it as it met my eye – illuminating my inner eye with every photonic pulse – a smile also lit my face.

Παγιουμτζής - Μπρος στα κλειστά παράθυρα (Ο δρόμος)

Rebetiko playlist;   https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sfpybMUFbPk&list=PLp6a4jqmP8XNyAmsucBtto6KOkIfXmRpV

This just in – breath – this just out – breath – this just streaming – breath – eternally through now and into infinite futurity – breath – as white-light of Hendrix’s guitar jams with Arthur Lee and Love – breath – and electricity streams through the universe – breath  - and in a blink it’s 2016 and they’ve gone universal, done got promoted…

Love - Four Sail (1969)

(Actually I think it was a different album where Jimi played on the first track, hey-ho. Ed.)

Here it is: 

Love with Jimi Hendrix - The Everlasting First [1970]

Don't hold back  ---  be yourself...........

On the Plasticity of Light-Waves – A sub-molecular interpretation of a quasi-self-luminous phenomenon re-examined and re-evaluated in conjunction with certain unspeakable new findings in Ye Booke of ye most ancient and foule Shoggoths, &c.; &c.; by Cecil Peabody, Gent.; &c.: - Containing herewithin an account both splendid and magnificent, of the travels and travails of the aforementioned gentlefellow, namely Mr Cecil Peabody, ‘during his various and divers voyages around and about the watery parts of ye globe; namely and to whit: ye Southe Seas, ye Atlantek, ye Pacifick, ye Sea of Gaule, etc., etc., &.C; also included is the narrative of ye return voyage to Blighty and various hilarious goings-on in that fair land. Printed by Gribble and Toothsplitter – Paternoster Lane, London, in the year of 1616.

Upon a watery beam of light I sailed around the globe, ever chasing the setting sun.  After many and many a voyage I noticed the beams of sunset were reflecting off the watery main, I traced their source with sextant and compass, I charted their course and plumbed their line.  By Jupiter, I would solve this mystery!  With all the zeal and rigour of a young student fresh out of college I sought the source of sun’s silent shine.  I sought the source upon the seas as I sailed forth as I did please.  The rays they bent around the globe – to meet their point they made a strobe.  The twinkling beams like sea-lions smiled, their grin went on for miles and miles.  I stopped the light dead in its tracks, I met its echo coming back.  The beam reflected in a mirror I waved it in particles.  Gravity sucked at the light and threw the whole thing subtly out of kilter, it looks better that way, like the Akropolis.  The timbers of the old oak ship had been soaking up the light golden all the time in rosy orange mellow buffalo brown hue, so why worry about it?  Another light twinkled in my eye, another twinkled upon the sea.  The beams met and rebounded around the back of the earth, coming back for more.  The light that I had chased around the globe, had made the object of my search, my years of study, the light of stars and suns, the watery beam of light I chased around the globe – it was right there in my own eye all the time! 

ΜΠΡΟΣ ΣΤΑ ΚΛΕΙΣΤΑ ΠΑΡΑΘΥΡΑ--Γ.ΞΗΝΤΑΡΗΣ

in my own eye all the time!