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Tuesday, September 8, 2015

Celestum II

What do I hear
when I hear voices
Are they mine or yours or someone else’s
shells, ghosts, cast off homes,
or mistakes of language?
All the things that were never said or done.

What a pleasure to watch the wind
Catch a fold of the curtain then lift it,
and send a curl running across its breadth.
A crab across a rock before a wave?

A seething mind boils, then cools
Every idea an explosion, sending a thousand sparks showering
Thick crust cracked and bleeding molten rock
Late in the day sky and coral turn the green of limes.

Melts and so moves downwards
Through fire
Purifying itself
Thus reaches heaven

Under attack
Assume the female form
Prepare to give birth.


white haired rages
through cardinal provinces, princely states
salmon, natives, hybrids
acid displays
the bright belly of a trout,
now is hazy grey
in a world polluted
murder leaves a wake of confusion.

Vulcan Vishnu

Vulcan spews smoke towards a giant bird,
Vishnu gazes into the silent eyes of the seven-headed cobra.
An artist rests in territories where ideas live,
   'midst carved giants and mute faces of stone and wood.

A small pot of mercury
the size of the tin of baked beans,
we may eat for dinner,
      is impossible to pick up in one hand.

Ingots may be lifted with great strength
      after a deep breath, held for a second.
Violin space-music plays, the volcano explodes,
      the space ship on the ceiling lights up.

The roar of anti-gravity engines are heard.

Paul, Mark, and Luke - Scoby Notes

I named our first Self-Contained Organism of Bacteria and Yeast, Paul, in memory of the famous octopus  Paul, who lived a short time after predicting the outcomes of eight World Cup Soccer games.

Past feats aside, Paul seemed a good name.

So Paul begat Mark, and Mark begat Luke, and soon kambucha was exploding literally from every vessel at house Potter. I've concocted many superb tasting drinks in this manner, without keeping so much as a pencil scrap of a note about process.

Invention happens spontaneously, when one is not recording results. The recording of results inevitably mire any process in a protracted program of exhausting all possibilities.

One knows this when one follows one's genius around the house, and one's genius in this case is a flat rubbery slimy organism used to ferment tea.

A Kambucha SCOBY represents life, as unique as that of a cow that produces rich cream, or a tomato plant that yields exceptional fruit. This log shall transcribe that life. Here I write everything Paul is fed, everything taken from Paul in the way of harvest, and jot for posterity every note that I can think of to better understand the mysterious brewing process involving bacteria and yeast.

Paul sired a blessed two year lineage in this house, descended from a SCOBY mare supplied by Steven Rodriguez, he has since been divided into three vats.

I'll name his sons Mark or Luke. At times they have all been fed grape, rose liquor, pineapple, blueberry, pomegranate, acai berry, but always the base diet has been a tea and sugar mixture.

The flavors produced by Paul have been so extraordinary that I've reluctantly taken up a blog post to document what I'm doing here, because in reality I have no idea. Steve R. says I'm a mad scientist just mixing stuff together and never creating a record or a label.  We both dally in ceramics. He's very careful about glaze recipe, I'm not.  I contend in my defense that the greatest learning occurs when records have not been created.

So I'm now keeping records but skeptically, knowing myself, not for long.

Imitators will find that duplication of my results is nigh impossible. The SCOBY bacteria and yeast have a memory for everything that was done to them, and they retain genes to digest certain compounds in case they are encountered again. The digestive process then runs as a result of the SCOBY's experience with other fruits and nectars and teas which make up its diet.

It may be possible however to notice that a rose kambucha brewed with Rooibos tea after a diet of blueberry and pomegranate is especially flavorful. That may be the extent of the benefit of this note taking process.

Otherwise, just as I've said, it is a record of Paul's life.


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