Vacuum Book part 3.
Only an artist could describe our lives, for no other being than poets is empatic and sensitive enough to get an idea of what we were.
Same as in ancient Athens, we are present out there everywhere: we speak to you with the means of music when you drive your car, wash your windowpanes at home, or job in the office. We write not only the books you read, but also every movie you watch, and role-plays in the theatre. We play them live for you on stage. We wear masks and mix up with different strange realities within our minds while in process of a creation. We furnish your houses with colorful paintings, and all the photographs that appear on the calendars you draw daily to check what date it is. We make all the covers, and magazines you read. Those of us who need money, do prepare the commercials you consume, and the shelves in the shops and markets, where you go to buy food, toys, or daily care. We make the leaflets you throw away to the trash-bin every day. Without our existence the world is void – of no shape and of no content.
Sometimes it happens, that we become the myth itself; sometimes we pass away in poverty and silence. We decide about souls and minds, but you are the one who decides to take, or not to take the decisions we made. You’ve got to take a lot of what we give, if you would like to keep on feeling. Just something. That little something.
Without a BEAUTY there is no soul. Without the soul, every being and world would be just …painfully empty.
We all come from Athens, where art was present at family meetings and great religious feasts, and even a prostitute was to be a learned musician and performer: otherwise the guests would refuse to hire her. Greek choirs still sing, and the echo of ancient Times is strong. We truly took it all from there, as the major arts were set and brought to perfection in ancient Greece. Same as humanism. Every look towards humanism and humanistic experience brings you closer to what we are. To the beautiful places, where we were given our birth. As the human in men, women, and children dies, we die.
We are the lyre and the flute, and believe me: …we are a life, that would never ever like to stop. Well, would you like the cosmos to stop?
Remember - Life is a Choice. Of those who lived, flowers remain long after.
The sky was red tonight. A little violet. White on the edges of clouds. No blackness left – I thought. Is it „it”? Did we all get out alive?
I had better wait for the stars to appear. I haven’t seen any in a long time. I think I dreamt of the mythical metal-worker Hephaistos. I saw him hit with his huge hammer to free vital sparks. These sparks got stronger while he kept on hitting & finally they did travel up to the dark skies. Hephaistos did not make any stop, and the sparks, stronger and stronger by the power of his arm and hammer, were turning into stars. Night sky stars. But he kept on striking the metals. He went on, until the stars he has been furnishing once became so powerful, that they could start their own living. Bright were they. Golden and silver, and shining. They all were put in order immediately, so that they may form clever science of the new Cosmos for astronomers and other humans looking up there.
I looked at my guitar. I called up the memory of Hephaistos, who seemed to be a very happy man. I looked up there. I want to play! I want to play in the Cosmos!!!
Does Apollo arrange the planets of our solar system by the powers of his golden lyre? I would. Yes, I would follow! In every single moment of my life. In every single moment of the cosmic life. Now.
A guitar is heavy, until you play it. As you start, you may fall deep into – into the sounds, into the magic harmonies. The player doesn’t feel he holds the wooden weights of a guitar upon his back anymore, as he starts being held by the Music himself. The Music you awake gets stronger, and holds you. You dive deep into, and experience Being, which might had been started by your efforts, but now it starts you all over, differently. It changes, and you change and gain. You are not the Music, but the Music is you. And you dance all within it. A Cosmos is being created as you stand in the launching point.
Yes. The strings are steel. I may strike. Strike against the void, the vacuum, the black Nothingness with the means of powerful sounds. I might echo and reverberate every chord, so that it returns to me, and then returns twice, thrice powerful to the Space & Cosmos again. And hits. Like a cosmic hammer against the wall of cosmic silence – it hits.
I would. I would step out there, and face all of it. The All. The Emptiness. A call for a new creation by powerful sounds. The amplifier is on. I put the golden jack into that little hole therein, and a squeezy noise appears. There is a click, and I am tuned in. Look up. There is so much space to be filled with life, there in the Cosmos… I bow my head down. I think I close my eyes. I am. I am there. And I strike so… powerfully.
Trust me… I’ve been there before.
Text by Michał Rutkowski 2016.
The 3rd part of Vacuum Book titled "Ancient Artistry" has its release date at the break of August and September 2017. Travel with the author in streaming, or go for paid download on-line.