Rebirth
I, wasted hope,
In walking memories
Drunk in a huge green garden,
Among flowering cherry trees,
Now, buried under the noise of your phone-calls,
Threatened by ex-life puppets,
Oh, what a death!
Go on, kiss me breathless
Before I go…
Go on and meet me in the flesh
For in a long sad pause,
I hear the yelping of utter terrors
Like old habits of play for fear,
How typical of me,
Construct thy face in half-shadows.
I am an item
I scare the dogs in roaring woods
Like life
I have no sharp edges,
I am a bat, eating your dreams inside your head.
In poems, I breathe you lost loves,
Seduced once more upon all bitter paths,
Eager to learn more
Dark laughs, pills, and early morning fucks…
Just off on a long trip
Sedation period over
Mentally adding data derived from fake arousal
Time to read
“Of course you can’t love somebody forever”
Sense of guilt,
We are doomed into everything,
Only, the past isn’t retrievable, or is it?
So, in a moment of truth, between sleep and waking
Back to the beat
Shoes left on the dance floor
Reality rises, like a tremendous erection
I drink you,
Under your black dress
And when the moth tickles a last move
Dead, caught, inside your hand claps
You strobilize me blind
With memories familiar,
From that haunted videotape, we used to share
Divine secrets exposed to_
I am a morning
Lift up your eyes
I am a morning
On Earth, a point, where you await
Distinct in splendor, wounded and pierced.
Oh, in your joyous kingdom
I am, I run, I fly like ghost
Fucked, deeply penetrated
Yes, I have seen the light of God.
So, in the shape of otherwise living
I’m back to you, another host
To share all secrets
Girl, flying, sees and sings.
From heavens above
Down a circular staircase
On petals and flowers
I know that there, a sperm went mad…
So what amazement could have filled me?
When I to the divine, came from human kind
Back to eternity from time, when
Gracious gladness fills your eyes.
But, now, all your answers will be abandoned
And all your sunlight may dead be soon
For by all means I bring you noises
Preserved in silence, in my room.
Aquatica
Aquatica EP
Four tracks, recorded in Athens & Arkitsa, Greece_
Music & production: Giannis Papaioannou
Mastering: Ilias Katelanos
Released through Za Records, September 2009
Links
We
01. Music to fall asleep (Klimek)
02. Ta med skogen hem (Porn Sword Tobacco)
03. Your heart is so loud (Colleen Et Les Boîtes À Musique)
04. Solo swim (The Notwist)
05. Sleepytime samba (Lullatone)
06. Bewley in grey (Bibio)
07. Once a shinny morning puddle (Múm)
08. Coastline (Rachel Goswell)
09. Lung (Nancy Elizabeth)
10. Nattöppet (Detektivbyrån)
11. Sentiero (Susumu Yokota)
12. Carry Me Up To Smell Pine (Sin Fang Bous)
13. Beard (Clayhill)
14. Rooks (Shearwater)
15. This sweet love (James Yuill)
16. Hands remember (Seabear)
17. Valo tihkuu kaiken läpi (Paavoharju)
18. Holvikirkko (Shogun Kunitoki)
Rewiring the elfish tapes
All efforts have stressed presence in the present moment
This is contrasted with projection of the present into the past to avoid the realities of the moment
Any such projection is understood as necessarily superficial
Two dimensional
Given such anchoring in the present, how might a past be more understood?
Probably on the singing notes of a dead girl…
Puzzling?
No, just a metaphor, echoed in myths and dramas, about secret doors to other realms
Child psychology
Folk fairy tales
Electronic interpretations of religious traditions
All point to the need to balance psychological functions
In order to open doors in secret spaces,
As part of the listener’s evolutionary journey into the future.
Nothing is real
01. Lucky saddle (FFWD)
02. Rivers of sand (Fennesz)
03. Octane (Veer)
04. Altocomulus opacus (Markus Guentner)
05. Meet next life (ISAN)
06. The ice storm (Klimek)
07. Cielo (Murcof)
08. Warmed by the drift (Biosphere)
09. Ele (Vladislav Delay)
10. Signals (Seefeel)
11. Next to the field (Thomas Fehlmann)
12. Elevation I / Version 3 (Vainquer)
13. _ (Drum Club)
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