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Mnemosyne

A Lancet In Every Eye...

About Me

(1) Musick is an expressive way to attain a particular artistic goal, to go from point A to point B mentally. Physical reaction to music is based solely upon the listener, it is not musick. (2) Musick exists only in the mind, a basic form of epiphenomenal qualia and expressed only from ones own personal state in a futile attempt to record that which is found in the interior, and place it proverbially to the exterior. (3) According to Daniel Dennett, with sufficient information we could peer into another persons personal states through great explanation without the need of being said person (see Thomas Nagel’s What It’s Like To Be a Bat). (4) Until then however we will remain isolated within our five senses, musick shall be an entirely personal experience (and necessary to understand others), cut off from the rest of the world. (5) We've already discussed this: Musick is a meditative solitary experience. But further, what actions you commit yourself to during a ritual listening is up to you, this is not musick… (6) “Energy is eternal delight” I heard the creator of Urizen say… Now we’ve arrived full circle. (7) Listen to the mind, listen to what your auricle provides you. (8) Drink deep, or taste not, the plasma spring. I'm not just talking about sex and penetration; I'm talking about penetration beyond the veil of the flesh. A deep penetrating dive into the plasma pool. (9) Now the circle has been excited, and has become something more esoterically alive. (10) A human mind is isolated, a human mind is all by itself. One cannot put sight into a blind eye, or dig a hole everywhere. I've often found an apparent contradiction in that, this is not a matter of faith... (11) Living within a drone... drinking in the vibrations

My Interests

Music:

Member Since: 8/16/2006
Band Website: myspace.com/mnemosyneband
Band Members: Captain Nemo - Botany and The Nautilus, Grand Architecture, Musickal Programmer, Silent Stringer, Maintaining Mental Zeus, Predominately Failing at Generalities while becoming mildly successful at the specifics etc...
Prince of Purgatory - Penance, Idiophones, Membranophones, Various Other Items of Little Consequence, Alchemical Failures, Kazoo; Coffee, Donuts, & Bad Ideas; As the aforementioned is a Creator, this one is a Reaper......
h+ chr1s - Rough Endoplasmic Reticulator, Twisted Thought Generator, Plectrummer and Plucker of Unpalatable Pabulum, Purveyor of Consonant Dissonance via Azathothian Gateways...
Influences: Seasonal change, migratory birds, the inner calamities of daily mental processes... this is difficult to express until nerve fibers stop clicking, "keep the ghost in the cage". In each eye there is a window, we put our pills and bibles there... I suppose this is how we put faucets in our eyes, to slow the viscous flow, to stop the opium hum... control remains this way. This is our influence, we are under the influence, in an influential sort of way.
Sounds Like: "The grass dies the moss goes the chalk chips away; Then below that the rocks grain away; This is the sound of the earth dying so nothing new..." - Tibet
Type of Label: None

My Blog

A poem...

Smoldering embers scintillate in the grand vault of a withering twilight,Like peach or sanguine globules of serotonin streaked violentlyAmid nebulous sighs that stray eagerly toward no particular dest...
Posted by Mnemosyne on Sat, 02 Feb 2008 11:37:00 PST

A poem for my mother...

MotherIt is always easy to fan the flames,But harder still to speak the mind,Our blades not steel, but tongues in truth,Honed upon the inner eyeThough our light shinesIn separate shades,Our truth in t...
Posted by Mnemosyne on Mon, 14 May 2007 09:45:00 PST

A Poem 8

Wisdom's WeedsTruth is a garden,cultured from within.Reason makes for simple seeds,amber rain makes wisdoms weeds.Yet We make for gardens of purity,cultivated steadily.From faiths flowering Faunawe sc...
Posted by Mnemosyne on Thu, 19 Apr 2007 07:55:00 PST

A Poem 7

The God I fearI saw fear in Abel's eyes,Urizen sensed it too,He lay upon the grass, looking up at bleeding skiesWatching clouds cover The Son,But salvation was not to come, only Cain's bleeding blade,...
Posted by Mnemosyne on Mon, 09 Apr 2007 07:53:00 PST

A Poem 6

And for a moment briefly,by MnemosyneAnd for a moment briefly,Color drained from chroma to grey,From black to white,In stuttered order,And for a moment briefly,Your breath came like drained color,in s...
Posted by Mnemosyne on Thu, 22 Feb 2007 12:20:00 PST

A Poem 5

My GrandfatherBy MnemosyneWe all live in phases,Like shadows drenched in sandy hue,Walking passed books unopened,Laying down each hourglass,A Zoetrope,Our life's picture books,open and close before ou...
Posted by Mnemosyne on Tue, 30 Jan 2007 04:52:00 PST

A Poem 4

And So I Pray...AmenI want to bleed this heart full of poison,Relieve the pressure behind my eyes,Drain the venom from my tongue,Draw the nightshade from my lips.If I could dye the red in my blood,bac...
Posted by Mnemosyne on Wed, 27 Dec 2006 03:01:00 PST

A Poem 3

The PhilosopherBy MnemosyneAnd as I descend,Cries of hate, cries of rageFill my ears like the starlight, Flickering in my eyes,Long past are the days of innocence,Where my bleeding dreams were seen li...
Posted by Mnemosyne on Sun, 05 Nov 2006 11:49:00 PST

A Poem 2

Rational SoulBy MnemosyneMy eyes burn so from gazing forward,Peering brainward into darkness,But to glimpse back would blind,Trusting simply the shadows in my mind,Staring away from the sun, so bright...
Posted by Mnemosyne on Sat, 21 Oct 2006 11:39:00 PST

A Poem

LeviathanBy MnemosynePure oceans of deep blue vertigoFat with sickness descends astral bodies,Tipping the scales, shattering into the maelstrom belowA violent shudder erupts forth from its gilded fles...
Posted by Mnemosyne on Sat, 14 Oct 2006 01:15:00 PST