Listening to music my mind wanders...

I’m listening to Frank Zappa’s classical music.  He once said that a composer is a man that imposes his will on unsuspecting sound waves often aided by unsuspecting musicians.  I never saw Zappa.  I wish I had.  This composition, Civilization Phaze III Act One, is non-linear.  It reminds me of John Adams, or of John Cage , maybe Christopher Rouse.  Some of it is in a similar vein to Erik Satie’s ambient music.  There is much beyond the music: it was a pantomime that included dance.  It almost seemed to be a scored and controlled version of theatre of the absurd. 
 
Whatever it is, it is genius. 
 
Theatre of the absurd:  the idea that there is no meaning, God is dead and life is just something we do to postpone our own annihilation.  The nonsensical dialog that reminds one of a Marx Brothers’ movie becomes the paradigm for the dialog of the actors on the stage.  Much of it is confrontational, demanding that the viewer participate in the event.  It the only proof of our own existence is emotional response then anger and love are the same.  Hatred and compassion melt into one act of evoking a response.  What is poetry?  Whatever the hell the poet says it is.  There is an act of petty divinity. 

Albert Camus  said: “The absurd is born out of this confrontation between the human need and the unreasonable silence of the world.”  We are creatures that demand communication.  We have minds that begin to imagine and grasp realities that exist beyond our experience.  But we falter when we can imagine, but not communicate.  It is as if we, as a species, are autistic. 

That’s why I wear my lucky rabbit mood ring.  It gives me meaning.

Really, how does that differ from any other object of faith?  Money has value because we have agreed that it does.  Moral force is the consequence of consensus.  My perceptions are real to the degree that I experience them and interpret that experience. This is no mere solipsism:  your reality can coexist with mine.  I can be the center of the universe, you can be its nemesis. 

I like my lucky rabbit magic mood ring.  It turns colors to indicate the heat in my hand, which in turn can be interpreted to indicate what mood I am in.  No emotional baggage, just empirical observations that originate from a source outside of myself to validate that the blue means that I am really in a good mood. 

Yeah, and the rest is silence… musical silence.  Play the silence… Maybe I’d best stick to Yanni.