Matchess – Sacracorpa

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So God plugged the universe in. “Let there,” he began, “be sound.”
And he turned us on.

The splitting of a hair almost always renders it useless

Do the asymmetrical boogie

I’m not working for the man ever again
He makes me sick
Then blames me for breathing the air he polluted!
And as he counts his money that he’ll never spend
I ain’t working for the man ever again

The gravity of our shared destiny is what keeps us in orbit about each other

Mary had a little mammalian cell bioreactor

The children of the thousand eyes
Came back from subject island
They had asbestos hair
And nothing made them frightened

The chief of chalice is currently visually ill

A tone of my own

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Fontän – Fontän

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The surgeon burst, just as he was getting to the good bit. Damn, he thought, damn, what a waste of a good bit. So he set about finding the bits and sewing them back together, but this was a time ensuing process, so once he was re-established, he found that he was no longer a surgeon as he knew it, and the task facing him now was almost entirely structural, something alien to a worker of shambola which he now knew he was to be. Give me a needle and dread, he asked, give me the needle, but the needle was possessed, it was moving, whirring, spinwatting and slabbing. Nowhere was this more apparent than on the structure, something made for itself, conceived for itself, executed for political reasons. And people say I’m a bit odd. Well, wouldn’t you be? But the surgeon, why do we always forget the surgeon? I can remove that lump, he said, or at least, I could, back when I knew what it was. No need, these things are brought on by anger, don’t you know, anger and frustration, and the removal of these ills often effects a cure, but you need to journey and to see, it’s a very strange experience, you often are not sure whether or not you had it, though the memory is vivid enough. I can dig that, replied the surgeon, I must admit this is all a bit weird for me, have you ever pieced yourself back together using only a memory of a subjective prior being? Yes. Yes. Yes. Every fucking day. Wakefulness is what gives me purpose, but, by god, it comes at a price, and I’m not sure what’s left in the bank. I have to save some for the son, though I, the father, have a somewhat privilege, and I get to use it, more than I did, especially now I’m beginning to know where to find more of it. The thing is sustainability. Yes, I know it’s a trendy buzzword, and for that I apologise, I dislike having to use words too, but have you ever tried communicating concepts without their context? Context is, and I think I may have said this before, everything. Everything is context. So, do I get better, asked the surgeon. Yes. But only if you want to. Find your purpose and you will automatically. Ignore your purpose and it becomes harder.

Free the computer within!

Idiomatic. My style is idiomatic. That does NOT mean I’m automatically an idiot. Probably.

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

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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.

 

Melanie De Biasio – Lilies

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So I was looking in the mirror, again
it’s a (bad) habit I have
something new was there today
my reflection seemed to be talking
yet I remain still
I leaned closer, to try to hear

It was an apology
by analogy
for a crime that couldn’t be committed
after all
what I’ve already given you cannot be stolen

So I replied to my reflection
who remained graciously still as I spoke
If I accept your apology
I imply that it is necessary
yet if I refuse it
I deny what you have offered

Dearest mirror
you are not cracked
it is the eyes that perceive you that I question
because they doubt what they see
yet what else could they see?

 

Kato Apo To Dentro – Kato Apo To Dentro

Kato Apo To Dentro

Enter the drastic marathon in fading light the tortuous circuit
with no disregard for the losers in the crush of the titanics
semantics to battle, semantics do battle their eyelids
I’m not sure if I believe my eyes now as I know they’re only filters
descent begins, crawling at a time when there are no beginnings
and there are no times so relativity is perceptual
is anything actual? any thing total? anything factual?
this argument is a hologram and by its nature it’s perpetual

Cozmic Corridors- Cozmic Corridors

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Is the collective unconsciousness conscious of itself? Does that not make it the collective consciousness?

“Good day at the office, dear?”

“Yes, ta. I managed to connect Jung, de Chardin and Lovelock in one concept leading to a Brahmanistic realisation – I could have imagined it being said by Alan Watts.”

Perhaps he did say it, but probably without all the name dropping.

Yantra – Drones e Excursões de Guitarras Rumo ao Desconhecido Vol. 2

yantraAnother trip back to Brazil, completely unlike any of the previous visits.

Yantra do what is described as psychedelic meditation music. From such a thing you can expect and will receive two slow-moving pieces of improvised performances which do that hypnotic transcendent thing of which I am so fond. These two pieces were recorded in 2016 at separate locations, and you can tell the difference in atmosphere of each piece. They do complement each other very well, however.

Because I don’t often listen to pure drone works, I don’t really have any reference points for you. That probably isn’t important anyway. If you’re in the mood to chill, this works very well.

The label that releases this seems very interesting, too. I had a listen to one of the Hierofante releases, and I’ll definitely be going back for another listen.