Wednesday, November 07, 2018

About Wozzeck

As a young artist & music scholar,  I had a great fascination with the Second Viennese School since I was 18yrs old going into my sophomore year of Music college.
I currently am publishing a short ebook about Wozzeck on smashwords titled Aspects of Schoenberg and Berg in Wozzeck.
However I am omitting my more Occultic speculations.
One such, major, speculation is how Arnold Schoenberg was superstitious of the number thirteen. His avoidance of "acknowledging" the number itself is much like floors of a building left blank for use. Instead, he renames them and skips the idea deliberately.
It is an observation that his infamous Matrix for the twelve tone row is a 12x12 square. Much like the standard 12x13 magic square used in the enochoian magic system.
The magic square is a basis for some Occultic superstitions that Schoernberg observed religiously. Thus the concepts of inversion & retrograde can be mirrored by triangles for Earth of fire and fire of water in imagery linked to Schoernberg's self portrait painting he entitled South - North.
Akin to the triangles of the magical system with colors, an entirely different realm of magical system evolves in the tone row as he sets the code.
Though it may be entirely coincidental and from the original play of Woyzeck... I could not ignore the similarities. And if he took ideas from enochian magic coding concepts to impose in his music.
Thus the red moon symbolises Earth of fire where blood flows under the red moon shining. And fire of water where the spirit is drowned.

Though my book is a somewhat futile look through the composer's eyes for perspective on the Second Viennese School, it was well researched for the small nuggets of Berg's life he interjected into the work. It parallels more to Les Miserables a soldier's and citizens view of his surroundings. An opera for the soldier and commoner, yet written with demanding musical techniques for the vocalist and atonality or dissonance to the untrained ear.

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Friday, November 02, 2018

Racism in Pennsylvania

Racism runs rampant in Bucks County Pennsylvania.
There are very few people who can handle friendship & business relationships with minorities.
I was reflecting on my return here, and recent violent racist attacks. It hasn't stopped since before I was born.
This past weekend, I was again reminded why. I attended an interfaith church, with an aging congregation & predominantly white. The speaker, also Caucasian was telling them about the idea of not just having "a token" minority.
I suddenly understood my "place" in the community again. I was one of the token minorities, with my family, somewhat isolated from other minorities (let alone dual-nationals). And, it was followed up by persuasion into that I must need therapy from someone white in the community. They attacked my mindset & credibility IMMEDIATELY because I'm not white.

Yet, in this community;- I was shoved out of a faculty position by an artistic director who also is a choral coach of one of the most elite operatic choirs in New York.
Her words to me were;- we have one of you Asians. We don't need you.
This was 2002/03. From a Caucasian woman with a North American illuminati surname who was running an artistic conservatory that I helped rebuild.
Again, no written job recommendation. Nothing in writing.
So imagine the social interactions of the parents & remaining & new faculty at the school. For a pool of over 3,000 students & parents it is a largely affected place under the mindset of token minority racism.
A couple years later, my 26year old brother was killed in a horrific way near the end of the school year.

Thursday, November 01, 2018

Recipe Sweet potatos & tarragon

I made this carb loaded dish many times as it started while building a garden for a professor. It became a favorite to compliment dinner & for breakfast potatoes to reheat. The last time I cooked it was at a billionaire's estate party for a Mish mash of NYC elites.

Sweet Potato Tarragon

Ingredients-
Ratio:
2/3 Jewel yams to 1/3 russet potatoes.

Marinade:
3-6 stems of fresh Tarragon
3-6 leaves (Pineapple) Sage preferred
1-2 Basil leaves chiffonade
Rosemary to taste.
1/4- 1/2 cup Apple wine (or apple jack)
Avocado or sunflower Oil

Mix marinade ingredients in non-plastic bowl & let sit for 1hr.

Heat oven to 450F or broil.
Mix in potatoes cubed appx 1" for even cooking. Put potatoes in 2" deep or deeper pyrex glass baking dish & pour over marinade. Potatoes will be swimming. Bake or broil for 30 min. Checking on potatoes 2-3 times & turn. At 30min pour off most of excess liquid (can use for soup stock) leaving potatoes in glass pan.
Return the glass pan with potatoes to hot oven or broiler until crispy.

This is somewhat high maintenance recipe. The potatoes should be crispy on outside & sweet & softer on inside. DO NOT use acv or apple cider or apple juice as a replacement for wine or spirits. The combination of apples & potatoes causes extreme gas, & is a technique to ripen unripe fruit. Not recommended for any cooking.


Gaea's Children

Gaea's children

scales climb silent break
waters' edge and glimmer at
heaven's feet winding preludes
of echo's plunge head deep into
waters gaze upon fractured
castles built of coral reef
colored memories fate flashed
green gray silver golden apples
fled sun's heat in shallows
to blue oceanids deep

By Angela M. Kneale
1999
GreenOndine Productions

where the Elephants weep

By Angela M. Kneale
Hypertext  Experimental poetry
1999

where the Elephants weep

Rocks once
Crushed
underfoot Man

has no Trust
rolling across
the Desert like an
armadillo might.

he Tears
trees
supple young
Limbs

Droplets of water
sliding down roughed
Trunks, Disappear

at the sight of
Small shady Trees
comfort
comes

(only a mirage)
leaves
Crumble like glass made
from desert sand

Barren trees stand alone
in stark heat and
lizards sprint between
shady Rocks.

A pear tree lullaby

By Angela M. Kneale
Surreal modern sonnet
March 1999

A pear tree lullaby

tonight I dine on sleepy porridge made
to near perfection in my altered state
by candlelight I walk to microwave
and Seer my ear with (beeper beeper) plate
in hand I look at clock to see it's three
and Dew's upon the ground so scantily
like peacocks' fans my Lashes long are Free
to wander where they please and jauntingly
my porridge tumbles to the ground and Pear
tree Whispers Whispers golden fruit surrounds
those Branches of familiar loving care
to keep this time of lucid dreams abound

like green and blue of peacocks' shiny plume
this lullaby is silently attuned.

A pear tree lullaby

By Angela M. Kneale
Surreal modern sonnet
March 1999

A pear tree lullaby

tonight I dine on sleepy porridge made
to bear perfection in my altered state
by candlelight I walk to microwave
and Seer my ear with (beeper beeper) plate
In hand I look at clock to see it's three
and Dee's upon the ground so scantily
Like peacocks' fans my Lashes long are Free
to wander where they please and jauntingly
My porridge tumbles to the ground and Pear
tree Whispers Whispers golden fruit surrounds
those Branches of familiar loving care
to keep this time of lucid dreams abound

like green and blue of peacocks' shiny plume
this lullaby is silently attuned.