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flossen, flowed

the first 15 minutes it is hard.

the first 15 minutes when you are still closer to dying than to finding strength again, where it smells of night and no morning, it is later that you wake up again, when your skeleton is on the alu frame,
when the hunger for words comes back, senseless words, connections i dont understand yet but that will make perfect sense some day, i always take a 2 minute detour through that wasteland plot, just to remind myself that there s still soil underneath all this, ice cracks, soft mud,
chance of failure, chance to get stronger, and then the tree that stands for something i understand no more than i understand those words.

 

flossen, flowed.

fredericia and the geography of sound

david thomas talk very enjoyable …
geography is all, space and time.
the drum does not make a sound, it makes a mechanical wave travelling in air. the sound is made entirely by mind, inside the listener. and nobody knows the sound the other is hearing.
nobody knows.
he built a house on the bottom of the sea.
… uh i hate poetry, there s so many words …
he contradicts himself, first explaining the fracturing of scale through recording techniques and later postulating space/scale in folk musics, e.g. by saying that true reggae should be from jamaica.
hey we all grew up with fractured space.
i hope i didnt offend you. are you japanese? but it s true … ah fuck.
… the water outlet pipe above the lake as symbol of distance later experienced in hotel beds and homes … almost shunryu suzuki .. almost liverpool eight … almost horses …
lotus tea. number of the beast.
caring words distorted by auto completion.

for a while

so for a short while
we immerse in
the dimensions we can sense
and penetrate
the bodies we can reach.
get entangled in things, words, leather,
declare essential places, languages, gods,
london, swahili, hades –
gaia, chaos, eros –
and all that.
and then
we fade.

forever – words and music by roky erikson

from “True Love Cast Out All Evil”
http://www.rokyerickson.net/

“Forever”
words and music by Roky Erickson

Without One, there would be
an empty, empty, empty space

With One, I can see
One’s own face

Not for a little while, not for a day,
but forever forever forever
One shows one the way

One is not a style, One is not a trend
Just the thought of One, makes me smile
And One tells one…. we will never end

Not for a little while, not for a day,
but forever forever forever
One shows one the way

One is not lost, one is again
with One, one has the pleasure
as of knowing One’s own name

Not for a little while, not for a day,
but forever forever forever
One shows one the way

Not for a little while, not for a day,
but forever forever forever
One shows one the way

Not for a little while, not for a day,
but forever forever forever
One shows one the way