|
Production notes: I changed "Frame 4" very little from what it was 15 months ago, just replacing the old conventional quotient with the new warped one, and darkening a few spots in the graphic. I did more work on the graphic in "Frame 5," besides resplacing the quotient, but not much more. Meanwhile, I had what I think is an okay idea for my sequence-within-a-sequence: keep the remainder, but give it a different color in each different frame of the sequence. The many hues of friendship . . . That reminds me, I wanted to mention that I didn't choose "friendship" for my first remainder without thought: I think that of all the ingredients poetry ought to have, besides aesthetic interest, "friendship" may be the most important to me (because, hey, I'm an Aquarius, and Aquarius is the sign of friendship!). In my view, a poem is an expression of friendship for all who might experience it, or should be--whatever else it must also be (and its aesthetic significance comes first, always, for me).
Okay, now for the next two frames of my sequence:
Yow, it's now about an hour later than it was when I made the entry above, and I'm back with two additions to my sequence, these starting a new sequence-within-a-sequence, for even as I wrote the first part of this entry, I was becoming aware that every "main" mathemaku in my sequence could start a subsequence. Yes, and they can start subsubsequences which can start subsubsubsequences ad infinitum. I'm feeling exalted. My public radio station is playing some very standard piece of classic music that I almost always like but don't find ravishing--Ravel, I'm pretty sure. Well, I'm finding it ravishing, right now. The guy is almost as good as ME!!!
Note: it never fails to bemuse me that I, so much a mixer of words with other arts in my own compositions, find it so hard to mix the names of Composers and/or Composition titles with musical works (for which, I feel, I have a good memory). I'm much better at tagging illumages with their creators, but not with their titles, except sometimes in the case of Klee. The piece of music I was listening to turned out to be one of Debussy's Nocturnes, by the way.
My strangest thought of the moment is both ridiculously self-inflating and self-deflating, for it is that I've only just now broken into True Genius. I'm eager to keep going, but--fortunately, I believe--the sane portion of my mind will make me go to bed. I work tomorrow, but would still want to go to bed by eleven, my customary bedtime, if I had the day off.
|