July 6th CHANDOS LAKE
You have to drive all the animals away. Find a place of holy solitude.
The buzzing of the world will slowly but surely erode your work. It
will dull the edge. It is always creeping into your process. The false
whisperings of the commercials. The shallow promises that this is what your work is for, this is what is required of you. You must develop a technique of very quickly driving out these demons.
In the deep water of silence. This is where the real music exists.
This is the music of God, the song that sings life into the cracked
seeds, springing greenness. The melody that quietly sounds in your own
depths as your body fades and your soul emerges.
This has nothing to do with the lies of the ‘industry’. The charts
of profit and loss. The selling, selling, selling. The cheap shallow
adverts for an ever cheaper music. For that is what it is. What is it
worth to spend $1000,000 but not invest anything of the deep waters of
your life? It is nothingness. It is very quickly reduced to ashes.
You want to create something that glorifies yourself? That makes a
big noise among the masses of consumers, that impresses men in suits
and ties? That makes them a pile of dollars to continue destroying
culture?
No. You must enter into the deep waters of silence. There is a pure
sound that sings in the depths, way below the choppy waters of radios
and publicists, tours and charts and contracts. You must leave these
behind to find it.