(the listening experience)
I don't like all of it.
But then, I'd never expect anyone
to like all of what I do either.
If I tried to make
what everyone liked
then I'd be just another
dead swan
on the great fuckin' pile of
dead swans
I don't like all of it.
But then, I'd never expect anyone
to like all of what I do either.
If I tried to make
what everyone liked
then I'd be just another
dead swan
on the great fuckin' pile of
dead swans
We do not accept funding from anyone who wants to compromise the cosmic textures of the universe of eyeballs that follow you through the dream space; rabbits emerge from black voids, in response to a column written by Bob Jones in which he called for a new “Māori Gratitude Day” where Māori bring Pākehā breakfast in bed. Among toxin-exposed children, the researchers found that the proportion of cognitive loss that results from exposure to chemicals used in flame retardants, called polybrominated diphenyl ethers (PDBEs), and organophosphate pesticides increased from 67 percent to 81 percent. He occupied a commanding oak armchair of sorrow, poverty, loss and the general end of this god forsaken planet. A failure to reckon with this history would be a failure to properly contextualize the president’s current threats to combat, highlight, or heal sociopolitical invisibility. (let us know if you'd like them gift-wrapped). |
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The show of otherworldly electronica. This week, I focus on the Buried Treasure Records PLUS there's a treat from the band Revbjelde of epic proportions. Special thanks to Alan Gubby of Buried Treasure (www.buriedtreasure.bandcamp.com) LISTEN HERE |
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In your drift you are generous green, reaching up to touch clouds and swaying easy on the aftershock. One man limping through it as dislikes clash head-on with a rose hue of misdemeanor past. Ventilated for high activity, shrewd in a tight spot and captivating in an ordinary sense. She was ready for the fluster but somehow it had dwindled down to just a small glass jar’s worth of inconsistencies. Some weird and over stated emporium came riding in under the cover of dark and set up shop, right there, in our faces. Prime sites and prime targets scuffle tooth and nail-file for an unaffiliated opportunity. A pyramid sale. A corner table. A quick modification. Even a hot date with an homosexual amputee. What could be more real than bad narcotics and a cosmetically accurate face mask? Driven out of the room by my mind and whipped through the doorway in defamatory hostage threats. So many stooping to pick up what they have yet to drop, unrealistically convinced all they desire will be on the floor in front of them somewhere between here and the indescribable evolution of the merest unconvincing time-saving hand tool. Fresh up and willing, holding the fort and placing left foot after right in this huge and pointless race to be forgotten too quick by too few. Reality check. Not much figuring to do but still scratching the surface of the fontal lobe, the rats nest of glimmering destitution scenarios and hopeless investments. Twenty years ago i was fresh out of patience. It closed it’s door on me and i stood back and watched myself rise up from the ineptitude of it all. No one even asked to see my ticket.
In your drift you are generous green, reaching up to touch clouds and swaying easy on the aftershock. One man limping through it as dislikes clash head-on with a rose hue of misdemeanor past. Ventilated for high activity, shrewd in a tight spot and captivating in an ordinary sense. She was ready for the fluster but somehow it had dwindled down to just a small glass jar’s worth of inconsistencies. Some weird and over stated emporium came riding in under the cover of dark and set up shop, right there, in our faces. Prime sites and prime targets scuffle tooth and nail-file for an unaffiliated opportunity. A pyramid sale. A corner table. A quick modification. Even a hot date with an homosexual amputee. What could be more real than bad narcotics and a cosmetically accurate face mask? Driven out of the room by my mind and whipped through the doorway in defamatory hostage threats. So many stooping to pick up what they have yet to drop, unrealistically convinced all they desire will be on the floor in front of them somewhere between here and the indescribable evolution of the merest unconvincing time-saving hand tool. Fresh up and willing, holding the fort and placing left foot after right in this huge and pointless race to be forgotten too quick by too few. Reality check. Not much figuring to do but still scratching the surface of the fontal lobe, the rats nest of glimmering destitution scenarios and hopeless investments. Twenty years ago i was fresh out of patience. It closed it’s door on me and i stood back and watched myself rise up from the ineptitude of it all. No one even asked to see my ticket.
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WALKING TALL WITH A 9 YEAR OLD Turned out in contemplation of something older the jam glitched and turned into a sour jazzfuck enough of that enough of wishing on a stocks and shares portfolio Never be fooled by a man in a suit the uniform of deceit and unconvincing superiority the ultimate symbol of the con and the lie they need your support for authentication but luckily they are incapable of dressing down convincingly an empty glass never looks full I put my head into the waterfall and found its truth not that it was ever in question the sliding backwards the holding on and the clash of conversation under the pixelating summer light as it glints lancing shafts of brilliance through the native bush one voice talk goat paths and rotten wood whilst the other younger voice chatters of international youtube followers and monetaristic software value The water slaps me in the face dropping from the heights like a bun of tricks the sweet sound of foolish humanity wise enough to not take itself seriously and all this barely an hour from my back door |
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NOSTALGIA
nostalgia |nɒˈstaldʒə|
noun [ mass noun ]
a sentimental longing or wistful affection for a period in the past: I was overcome with acute nostalgia for my days in prison.
• something done or presented in order to evoke feelings of nostalgia: an evening of TV nostalgia.
ORIGIN
late 18th cent. (in the sense ‘acute homesickness’): modern Latin (translating German Heimweh ‘homesickness’), from Greek nostos ‘return home’ + algos ‘pain’.
NOSTALGIA
nostalgia |nɒˈstaldʒə|
noun [ mass noun ]
a sentimental longing or wistful affection for a period in the past: I was overcome with acute nostalgia for my days in prison.
• something done or presented in order to evoke feelings of nostalgia: an evening of TV nostalgia.
ORIGIN
late 18th cent. (in the sense ‘acute homesickness’): modern Latin (translating German Heimweh ‘homesickness’), from Greek nostos ‘return home’ + algos ‘pain’.
British scientist J.D. Bernal: “[Bernal] envisioned the consummation of rationality and desire not so much as making human life better, but of transforming the human into some sort of posthuman species-being.” Bernal published a book called The World, The Flesh and the Devil in 1929, which foresaw how […] scientific corporations might well become independent states and be enabled to undertake their largest experiments without consulting the outside world […] The world might, in fact, be transformed into a human zoo, a zoo so intelligently managed that its inhabitants are not aware that they are there merely for the purposes of observation and experiment. M O R E I N F O H E R E |
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always more to listen to than i have time for // always worth more time than there are hours // always something unexpected that i can't always afford // always having to move forward as i glance back at the wake of invention. W8
always more to listen to than i have time for // always worth more time than there are hours // always something unexpected that i can't always afford // always having to move forward as i glance back at the wake of invention. W8
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“We protest against recent events that claimed hundreds of Iranian lives and announce
that we will not be present at the Fajr Festival,” PA.APP (12) P.A.