digestive
Tag: Experimental
Swamp Fox Jam
Some forest vibes with a jam on top. Not sure who’s on drums. But they’re kinda linear and thunk
thunk thunk thunk so it might be me.
Nikolai aka Shibari on Electric – Check out his stuff here
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Scary Hobo – Ryan
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ia Ra (Poem and Song)
Poem Song –
I’m the paleolithic hunter
Imagination of the sun
And I run
And I run
And I run through the air and the ether and the atmosphere
The flame you become
Tells I am near
Lonesome is a fantasy
Presence is reality
I’m the skipper of duality
The captain of each sacred Sea
Ia Ia I a RA
Ia Ia I a RA
Ia Ia I a Ra
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Athena’s Embrace in which Divisions Desolve (Poem, Experimental)
I have to guard the sacred fire
To teach the world to dance
I’m here to tell you that there’s a difference
It’s not all the same
I’m here to show you how to call things by their proper name
There is a proper name
That there is
There is a proper name
I have to guard the sacred fire
To teach the world to dance
I’m here to tell you that there’s a difference
She said…
Bare feet traversed the marble tile. As checkered and cold as the gaze of the traveler. Upon her brow a laurel within her grasp a blade.
I stood regarding. Calm descended for I was master of my flesh. This specter though fearsome fair would not cow me nor stay my stride toward father sun.
“I have stripped hair from my skull, I have dug tendrils from my rib, I have sung to vultures, and feasted on want. Woman, wisdom, I owe you not a shred of obeisance. You speak of fire and you see I am already charred. Now step aside and drop your mother’s pretense for I am no child.”
She laughed a silent laugh but loudly so loudly from each eye.
“Your tongue bleeds war. Scarcely have you been weaned o babe of the abyss. Cling now homeward for Hades weeps for its child.”
“I shall pass to drink and dance with shimmering joys, to bespeckle the sky with guide, and wonder. You speak of names, you speak of truth, so what pray tell is yours?”
A thin smile spread over the desolate beauty of ice.
A bird of night winged down between us. Within its talons a parchment.
The slowest hint of nod.
I unfurled the feathered couriers gift.
“Though art the way?”
Having read I looked in question.
The answer was the hilt of sword.
I knew. I knew and I plunged the testament within my breast.
She held me and I held her.
And the boundary nullified…dissolved…division…
And so I sang
That there is
There is a proper name
There is There is There is
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Meta Mining
I was reviewing my latest Audity Podcast.
I paused at the part where I talked about the USGS study from 2010.
I paused because I realized that study happened almost eight years ago.
Just a couple of years shy of a decade.
I thought about all that had happened to me since 2010. All that had happened in the world.
All the changes in pace and technology and experience.
I noticed, as I noticed this, that the video was paused at a bend in the river.
I thought what a perfect metaphor for the nature of life; to eternally spring out of sight, into view, and disappear somewhere behind your pupils, till you repaint it over new bends.
2010 was the past, which was familiar but now obscured by a bend that I’d already passed. The present shoreline was very much now, it had the feeling of ‘nowness,’ of that ‘pesent-hood’ that makes itself apparent through the twin teasing of past and future.
I though to myself as I realized all this and as I am writing this now: How very odd that such a perfect confluence would occur.
Such overlay of mundane information to form this multifaceted impression.
Most fortuitous. Most uncanny. How information integrates in the Meta Mine of Multimedia.
Even in the modern.
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