Violinbwoy – død


Measures of forever are surprisingly impermanent

Welcome to my reality – don’t expect concessions

I made myself a rock
then I made myself a hard place
then I surprised myself
by what I used them for

Implications for the continued placement of the cart before the horse include:
1 – the horse came into existence because the cart was already there!
2 – the horse doesn’t exist! The cart is all there is!
3 – The horse is just a figment of your imagination, which is imaginary anyway!
4 – The horse cannot exist without a cart!

There are smoking guns amongst the smoke and mirrors

Take that opinion off its pedestal!

When you’ve got nothing to say, where do you start?


The Telescopes – Hungry Audio Tapes


Life contains an inherent unpredictability field, one of the most vital building blocks if I may be forgiven that clumsy analogy, although all the blocks are vitally important for Gestaltic reasons. But this Unpredictability Field is often – nay, always – overlooked. This is where the creative spirit comes from, those who seem more creative have a stronger manifestation of this field. One effect of this is that being with them makes life more unpredictable! Obviously.  An example here is weather forecasts. Somebody with a strong field will believe that weather forecasters are charlatans because all the predictions seem to be little better than chance added to easily observable patterns that anybody coulld work out given two functioning eyes.

An important distinction must be made here: unpredictability is not the same thing as randomness.

This is why attempts to build life are going so badly; those attempting to build are not accounting for unpredictability as it cannot be reduced to a detailed description. It has no atoms or its equivalents.

Elektro Hafiz – Elektro Hafiz Dub


The beast cannot be vanquished because its demise immediately spawns another – after all, there is a saying about devils that you know. However, to accept the presence of the beast is not to submit.

Similarly, the light will never be vanquished, despite fears of this nature, and the reason is exactly the same but in reverse.

I wonder if this is pointing to the mirror like aspect of perception, which we have so often interpreted as duality?


Bill Laswell Sacred System – Dub Chamber 1: Book of Entrance


Todays fire analogy is to do with evidence and hypothesis.

Say a new perspective or idea arrives in your head, howsoever it may get there. This idea can be supported by experience, it may be questioned by experience, or experience may have no relevance to this perspective (the latter condition is highly improbable although theoretically possible).

Think of the hypothesis as a fire. Supporting evidence is fuel for that fire. This is nice and simple.

What, then, about evidence that seems to contradict the hypothesis? Should it be used to attempt to douse the fire, or would it be more properly used if it were instead considered fuel for an alternate hypothesis/fire? After all, an incorrect hypothesis should not need putting out – it will starve for lack of fuel.

Now, I have seen and you have seen people try to feed their fires with something called ‘selective evidence.’ This may cause you to fear that incorrect fires will be burning because the fuel has been hijacked from the correct fire.

I put it to you that if the fuel is not appropriate to the fire, the fire will not gain much from it, and that there is a law of diminishing returns in these scenarios.

My current hypothesis is that if a fire has been burning for a long time, the chances are that the fire has a steady supply of appropriate fuel.

The only way to keep an incorrect fire burning beyond its natural life would be to use an INORDINATE amount of inappropriate fuel. The strange thing is that true fires seem to keep burning in the background. This may seem confusing. No one said perception and discernment would be easy.


One Dog Clapping – Hills to Die On


I could write a whole essay, nay dissertation, on the travails of getting this thing over the line due to PC breakdowns, temporary patches, surprise findings of old pcs in a cupboard, etc. I’m not going to, as it would be of very limited interest.

So this is the yin to The Castle is Burning!‘s yang, or vice versa, I’ve currently forgotten which one is which. I call this my positive album, whereby we find the pockets of light in the darkness that are worth living for, and thus also dying for. The tl;dr summary is: love, authenticity, dreams, banishing fear, and variations on those themes.

Once I’ve adapted to changed settings (for which credit and huge thanks go to my friend Chris Hall), I will get on with the next in the series, which should be Alternarratives.

Bonnacons of Doom – self titled


Everything happened at once. I couldn’t make sense of it all so I split it up into a series of events that seemed connected, which I tried to experience in succession in the hope that this would render it sensible, but the information was still too intense, so I fractured myself into myriad perceptual units so as to take in one little fragment at a time, but even these chunks were unmanageable so I had to imagine new and unheard of angles from which to perceive so as to widen the scope of the possibilities unto almost infinity as far as I could make out. Even then, I had to get the separate units to reproduce themselves at regular intervals, and still the information kept on coming. Indeed, it seemed it was expanding to fill every perceptual space I was creating. I needed to think of a new format.

Indian Jewelry – Peel It


I left my rainbow in my pocket
I forgot to pack it away
It ended up in the wash
And now the colours have run
I can’t use that rainbow anymore

I left my rainbow on the ceiling
I didn’t make it safe
Now somebody’s been in
And painted over it
We can’t see that rainbow anymore

I left my rainbow in the sky
I thought it would be safe there
But someone blew a hole in one end
Graffiti’d up the other
You can’t use that rainbow anymore

I left my rainbow in the closet
And I don’t know what you’re talking about
I haven’t got a closet
And there’s no such thing as rainbows