Kalvin S. Freud

03/24/2011 

Kal's pan fried dumplings are cooking in his kitchen. I know this to be true because as I approach his apartment I can smell the intoxicating aroma wafting out of the first floor window. My mouth actually starts to salivate with anticipation of devouring a plateful of those delicious delights. He makes them from scratch following his mom's recipe handed down from generation to generation. 

(c) & (p) 2011 subconscious mind publication company 

I'm down to using again

Chorus:

I'm down,

I'm down to using again.

Over and over,

Again and then.

Bridge:

I'm getting sick.

I'm getting sick and tired...

Verses:

I'm getting strung out!

I'm getting stretched out thin!

I'm spun out...

Like a wire from within (the inside)

I'm shining...

I'm shining dim...

       (lights burning dim)---

I'm scattered...

       (light scatters)---

Like a flame from within (the inside)---

I'm closing...

I'm closing in...

       (closing it in)---

I'm closer to falling...

       (close to falling again)---

Like a stone from within (the inside)---

I'm dragging...

I'm dragging back in...

       (black dragon again)---

I'm drug out (blackout)

       (black blackout out in)---

Like a black light from within (the inside)---

Verse: E. G. A. > octave chords.

Bridge: ||: E. C. B. :|| x4.

Walk up: B, C, D, Eb, E. 

(c) & (p) 2000 subconscious mind publication company

My ten years traveled

Variation on a traveling theme. "I travel, yeah!"

D chords very echoed with flanger on.

Mostly octaves: Build to end D octave.

Chords @5th fret: D octave, D add 4, D5.

Build into rhythm, go to barre chords @ 5th fret:

"Each time I traveled lighter and made up for the innocence of my youth." 

"It is better to travel well than arrive."

(c) & (p) 2014 subconscious mind publication company 

Golden light

11/13/2014

The golden light where trails of color dissolve.

Amber to gold and down the yellow brick road.

We skipped freely and fancy on our platformed souls.

We traveled the distance but were never guaranteed knowledge of the land.

Olive and tanned we stretched to touch the branch with open hand.

The life within hidden like emeralds challenging to understand.

Short and sharp we shared the same mark.

Target unbridled and bare obviously left alone for too many years.

Forward we trekked without a clue or care.

Building memories to be forgotten or forlorn by choice or by voice from his master's command.

Now with sails unfurled our eyes opened to a whole new world. 

Covered and comfort freshened by each new shore.

Brilliant and brash discovery at last opening new doors around each new path.

Desire determined to make the embers burn bright.

So bright that the the flames cannot even extinguish one solitary soul.

(c) & (p) 2014 subconscious mind publication company

The infinite quiet of the star spangled midnight

03/20/2014

Look up into the infinite quiet of the star spangled midnight. 

Falling into the chasm of our once feeble mind’s eyes. 

Now released with the echoes of pure sight and blurred into the ether. 

 


(c) & (p) 2012 subconscious mind publication company


 

archaic art archives

archaic art archives

august 17, 2013, 7:18 pm

antecedent efforts and aspirational attempts 

(c) & (p) 2014 subconscious mind publication company

In praise of the 4-wood

April 7, 1935.

Let's give credit where it's due. And seriously, not since Sarazen's double eagle at the 1935 Masters, has there been such a striking shot.
Firethorn was conquered that day with a swift second stroke; the "shot heard round the world" lingers in memories of many, imprinting inspiration.
An event that put Augusta on the map and served as an opportunity to escalate the status of his selected stick.
That well-struck 4-wood sent a small sphere sailing two hundred thirty five yards until it slithered into the recess of the four and a quarter inch cup.
Oh how we love statistics and the warmth that numbers generate, but repetition is fleeting and glory is often short lived.
However, pin-seekers assemble on Sunday mornings in the Spring seeking the path to perfection in finely fashioned attire.
No matter how elusive... they return time after time comforted by the security of a trusted club drawn from the bag with stealthy confidence.
The perfect companions... we project personalities to enliven these inanimate objects.
The golf club... it's an extension of our being; it provides a connection to our spirit and the four wood just may very well be the perfect fairway weapon.

(c) & (p) 2014 subconscious mind publication company