How to play the "involutional recursive geometries" game

(1) Read Yeat's poem

(2) Choose sound gyres to randomly turn on and off by opening each, or layer 'em up by opening each in a new tab ( usually right click, then open in a new tab. On Mac OS X, control-click.

(3) Turn sounds on an off, or together, as you like.

(4) Behold and play any patterns that emerge through the connections of any "gyre-ation" with each other - music. The Resonance (between each cycle) is the Composer!

(5) Click edit, swap out gyre-ations, and cut-up Yeat's poem to create another...

The Second Coming by W.B. Yeats

Turning and turning in the widening gyre

The falcon cannot hear the falconer;

Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;

Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,

The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere

The ceremony of innocence is drowned;

The best lack all conviction, while the worst

Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;

Surely the Second Coming is at hand.

The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out

When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi

Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert

A shape with lion body and the head of a man,

A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,

Is moving its slow thighs, while all around it

Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.

The darkness drops again; but now I know

That twenty centuries of stony sleep

Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,

And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,

Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?