Perspicuous
Concupiscence
Visionator dances on the square

Profligate
Encumbrance

My friend Cory used the word calvinist in the course of a conversation. Such deep words; as some ism’s and ist’s usually are; bring with them whole trains(fabric), legions and lesions; and massive assemblages of social, political, mathematical etc. meanings. A single few syllables like the crown jewels or a scepter of power.

I heard Dutilleux’s Symphony No.1 recently. Blocks of sound, planing and thin lines like this picture moving across time and yet also frozen like a score in two dimensions.

My heart still races, wasting away. A wasting desire limp in the moment. Where are the visionator’s?