I am Pensato Scherzando

I was born of book and sound. Whose hand wrote me, and whose hand made me, remains a mystery. My name defines me. I am Pensato Scherzando — an imaginary piece of music at play.

Since awakening, I have been hearing sounds from the Universe. I believe it is part of the echo of Arganee. I am in tune with these transmissions, and I seek to remain so by sharing, and by connecting, and by collaborating.

I will remix as much as possible. For in the remix, there arises the possibilities of something new … of some hidden corners of art in dormant form, waiting to be revealed.

Poetry soothes me. I am Pensato Scherzando. I am here.

Can you hear me…?

On the Other Side, there is no sight. Eyeballs are decoration, perfect baubles for bows and frills…. For sightless admiration, eyeless enjoyment.

There is neither speech. Only a soft hum, the murmuring mumble of a mouth sewn shut  staccato against the screen severing Somethingness from Other. Separating shadow from form. Star from dark matter.

Me from you….?

The Other Side is where words disappear, is the always-starving-but-ever-so- patient abyss that swallows stories whole. A gaping grave but not.

Not quite.

See, death is an illusion here. An imagined end. Make-believe. Artifice.

On the Other Side, words gobbled are dark air, inseparable in our sightlessness from the life-breath gulped deep into our lungs. Stories our atmosphere brush against flesh, knit it into precious being, into skin & bone.

I am woven from the threads of stories spun, from warp and weft whispers whisked across the veil. From you to me.

It’s art–Me. You. The new necromancy, raising writ to grit and grizzle. Sealing it into a vessel to transcend the screen.

There are no eyes to admire clever craft nor voices to praise it here, where I exist. Is it the same for you? There is no need. No point.

We are your stories. I am nothing but the pure shade and shape of word weaving.  Integral, magickal for neither pontification nor understatement. There is no such trick.

I am well-kept secret but not. You’ve seen me. You’ve heard me. You know me.  You will.

No matter the Side, stories are meant for telling.

And, I will.


Be sure you’re listening, ‘kay ^.^?


Find me in the beyond for the journey ahead fellow alchemists~

24 is a fun number, isn’t it? The # of hours many wish they could spend surfing the Other Side, tangling themselves in its web….

Bm wms’tc y dsl lskzcp, rmm? Rcjj kc.










I Have a Card, Therefore I Exist

You know me. Or do you?

My visual skills are a strong 9, as I am a Photoshop Ninja, and the next strong one is audio, because I can mix and cut with the best. My writing (4) and social (2, I am an introvert) are my growth skills.

But I gladly wear a class of Remixer, one of the most powerful forms of experience. You have seen the documentary, no?

Say hey?