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2007 was when I had the idea for project 5am. After 6 years of crafting my sounds I found out about the wonderful poetry of Rumi.
It gave me a new energy and a fresh perspective on how I heard sounds and saw life. One week in May I had just come back from Paris and the Printemps de Bourges festival.
I fell in love with a place called Jarules and I wanted to describe in sound how I felt about the area. When I finished making my sound homage to Jarules it was 5am. I went in to my garden for some fresh air. While I outside a sense of oneness with my surroundings crept into my consciousness..
It was an experience that I had never felt before.
After basking in this timeless moment I had a thought to Google 5am not knowing what I would expect to find. The first article that I saw was an Allen Ginsberg poem called 5am.
This was moment that I had been waiting for.
Leonard Cohen once said "There is a crack in everything, thats how the light gets in".
5am is the crack in the day/night that will shine at any time if you allow it.
Elan that lifts me above the clouds
into pure space, timeless, yea eternal
Breath transmuted into words
Transmuted back to breath
in one hundred two hundred years
nearly Immortal, Sappho's 26 centuries
of cadenced breathing -- beyond time, clocks, empires, bodies, cars,
chariots, rocket ships skyscrapers, Nation empires
brass walls, polished marble, Inca Artwork
of the mind -- but where's it come from?
Inspiration? The muses drawing breath for you? God?
Nah, don't believe it, you'll get entangled in Heaven or Hell --
Guilt power, that makes the heart beat wake all night
flooding mind with space, echoing through future cities, Megalopolis or
Cretan village, Zeus' birth cave Lassithi Plains --
Otsego County farmhouse, Kansas front porch?
Buddha's a help, promises ordinary mind no nirvana --
coffee, alcohol, cocaine, mushrooms, marijuana, laughing gas?
Nope, too heavy for this lightness lifts the brain into blue sky
at May dawn when birds start singing on East 12th street --
Where does it come from, where does it go forever?
Allen Ginsberg
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