Busy, carnivalesque music.
Must listen better to this.
Saturday, 17 November 2012
Friday, 16 November 2012
Jack Gilbert - "“The forgotten dialect of the heart"
“How astonishing it is that language can almost mean,
and frightening that it does not quite.”
and frightening that it does not quite.”
Thursday, 15 November 2012
16 Horsepower - "Horse Head Fiddle" (Folklore)
Slow, nearly drone like, as far as that's possible within Americana.
Fun - (some songs on TV)
have seen them at Stephen Colbert's "Colbert Report" and now at Saturday Night Live (SNL).
It's weird, there's something to the sound that I like, *though* I am not a fan of the African based sound in general.
But then he pulls out the vocoder, and I start spitting anger.
It's weird, there's something to the sound that I like, *though* I am not a fan of the African based sound in general.
But then he pulls out the vocoder, and I start spitting anger.
David Hernandez - "At The Post Office"
The line is long, processional, glacial,
and the attendant a giant stone, cobalt blue
with flecks of white, I’m not so much
looking at a rock but a slab of night.
The stone asks if anything inside the package
is perishable. When I say no the stone
laughs, muted thunderclap, meaning
everything decays, not just fruit
or cut flowers, but paper, ink, the CD
I burned with music, and my friend
waiting to hear the songs, some little joy
after chemo eroded the tumor. I know flesh
is temporary, and memory a tilting barn
the elements dismantle nail by nail.
I know the stone knows a millennia of rain
and wind will even grind away
his ragged face, and all of this slow erasing
is just a prelude to when the swelling
universe burns out, goes dark, holds
nothing but black holes, the bones of stars
and planets, a vast silence. The stone
is stone-faced. The stone asks how soon
I want the package delivered. As fast
as possible, I say, then start counting the days.
and the attendant a giant stone, cobalt blue
with flecks of white, I’m not so much
looking at a rock but a slab of night.
The stone asks if anything inside the package
is perishable. When I say no the stone
laughs, muted thunderclap, meaning
everything decays, not just fruit
or cut flowers, but paper, ink, the CD
I burned with music, and my friend
waiting to hear the songs, some little joy
after chemo eroded the tumor. I know flesh
is temporary, and memory a tilting barn
the elements dismantle nail by nail.
I know the stone knows a millennia of rain
and wind will even grind away
his ragged face, and all of this slow erasing
is just a prelude to when the swelling
universe burns out, goes dark, holds
nothing but black holes, the bones of stars
and planets, a vast silence. The stone
is stone-faced. The stone asks how soon
I want the package delivered. As fast
as possible, I say, then start counting the days.
Wednesday, 14 November 2012
Snooks Eaglin - misc
Indirectly suggested by Pandora when liking Tom Waits' sound to this.
- "Let Me Go Home, Whiskey" - bit more New Orleans blues
- "Saint James Infirmary" - okay version
Tuesday, 13 November 2012
fernweh
(German)
literally, “farsickness”; “an ache for the distance” ; wanderlust
Synonyms: Wanderlust
Antonyms: Heimweh
literally, “farsickness”; “an ache for the distance” ; wanderlust
Synonyms: Wanderlust
Antonyms: Heimweh
Melancholy Attacks!
Not really. But still.
- George Michael - "Tonight"
- Zager & Evans - "(In the) Year 2525"
Alan W. Watts - "This is it - become what you are"
(again that floating Zen sound! I think it is a test, and I just failed again.)
There is a secret conspiracy between all insides and all outsides. That is, that they appear to be different, but deep down they are the same.
spot-light consciousness: talking to the person next to you in the car
flood-light consciousness: driving the road.
Particularly Western civilisation focuses on spot-light conscious.
Those who fully experience their flood-light conscious, they have a mystical experience.
There is a secret conspiracy between all insides and all outsides. That is, that they appear to be different, but deep down they are the same.
spot-light consciousness: talking to the person next to you in the car
flood-light consciousness: driving the road.
Particularly Western civilisation focuses on spot-light conscious.
Those who fully experience their flood-light conscious, they have a mystical experience.
Tom McRae - "Sloop John B"
(via http://toys.tumblrist.com/audio/invisiblestories/1)
A well known song, executed in almost minimalistic style.
Original by the Beach Boys, based on a traditional West Indies folk song.
A well known song, executed in almost minimalistic style.
Original by the Beach Boys, based on a traditional West Indies folk song.
Photos to make you silent
it won't help against the rage or fury or anger of office- and every day life.
but it sure is beautiful:
http://butdoesitfloat.com/That-there-should-be-a-reality-hidden-behind-appearances-is-after-all
That there should be a reality hidden behind appearances is, after all, quite possible; that language might render such a thing would be an absurd hope. So why burden yourself with one opinion rather than another — why recoil from the banal or the inconceivable from the duty of saying and of writing anything at all? A modicum of wisdom would compel us to sustain all theses at once, in an eclecticism of smiling destruction.
That there should be a reality hidden behind appearances is, after all, quite possible; that language might render such a thing would be an absurd hope. So why burden yourself with one opinion rather than another — why recoil from the banal or the inconceivable from the duty of saying and of writing anything at all? A modicum of wisdom would compel us to sustain all theses at once, in an eclecticism of smiling destruction.
Monday, 12 November 2012
Psychopomp
Psychopomps (from the Greek word ψυχοπομπός - psuchopompos, literally meaning the "guide of souls")[1] are creatures, spirits, angels, or deities in many religions whose responsibility is to escort newly deceased souls to the afterlife. Their role is not to judge the deceased, but simply provide safe passage. Frequently depicted on funerary art, psychopomps have been associated at different times and in different cultures with horses, Whip-poor-wills, ravens, dogs, crows, owls, sparrows, cuckoos, and harts.
In Jungian psychology, the psychopomp is a mediator between the unconscious and conscious realms. It is symbolically personified in dreams as a wise man or woman, or sometimes as a helpful animal. In many cultures, the shaman also fulfills the role of the psychopomp. This may include not only accompanying the soul of the dead, but also vice versa: to help at birth, to introduce the newborn child's soul to the world (p. 36 of).[2] This also accounts for the contemporary title of "midwife to the dying," which is another form of psychopomp work.
In Jungian psychology, the psychopomp is a mediator between the unconscious and conscious realms. It is symbolically personified in dreams as a wise man or woman, or sometimes as a helpful animal. In many cultures, the shaman also fulfills the role of the psychopomp. This may include not only accompanying the soul of the dead, but also vice versa: to help at birth, to introduce the newborn child's soul to the world (p. 36 of).[2] This also accounts for the contemporary title of "midwife to the dying," which is another form of psychopomp work.
Alan W. Watts - "God Complex"
Western beliefs install dogmas.
Eastern beliefs try to change your mental attitude (constituency?)
Jesus didn't say: I am the son of God.
He said: I am a son of God.
He said he was divine.
As we are all.
wonderful talk, though that silly music could really have been left out. Words like this don't need musical annotation or nice views of the world. Let the words just be themselves, let them be words, and that is enough.
Eastern beliefs try to change your mental attitude (constituency?)
Jesus didn't say: I am the son of God.
He said: I am a son of God.
He said he was divine.
As we are all.
wonderful talk, though that silly music could really have been left out. Words like this don't need musical annotation or nice views of the world. Let the words just be themselves, let them be words, and that is enough.
Alan W. Watts - "Nothingness"
Ex nihilo, nihil fit - out of Nothing, Nothing comes
I can see the fallacy, as Alan Watts calls it, for without nothing there isn't anything. (yet saying that the basic constant of everything is contrast, would quite likely not be approved)
I don't like this short documentary. It's a fast edited - for this subject - selection of what he says. But too concise, too incoherent in its compactness.
I can see the fallacy, as Alan Watts calls it, for without nothing there isn't anything. (yet saying that the basic constant of everything is contrast, would quite likely not be approved)
I don't like this short documentary. It's a fast edited - for this subject - selection of what he says. But too concise, too incoherent in its compactness.
Kristen Iskandrian - "The Inheritors" (in Tin Magazine)
I like being sad, which mystified her; I like it until I reach the nadir where sadness changes, as if chemically, to repulsion and selfloathing, making me wish tht I was "capable" of "handling" things instead of turning away from them in disgust until my disgust disgusts me, and my anger at my inadeuacy as a human being angers me, and all of that pure, easy, delectable sorrow gets squandered. She refused, cheerfully, to understand this, and it wasn't her refusal that was maddening but her cheer.
Nice story. No real ending, but in the pondering way that makes you stare ahead for a while, a story with enough threads to try to continue weaving, but you notice that all the plucking might make the original come loose.
Nice story. No real ending, but in the pondering way that makes you stare ahead for a while, a story with enough threads to try to continue weaving, but you notice that all the plucking might make the original come loose.
Upstart Crow - playlist
- DAAU - not sure
- unknown - Dance me to the end of love (instrumental)
- Ennio Morricone - unknown. definitely not the film's version. (or maybe not even Ennio Morricone. No, it's not. But it's sad and full of longing.)
Sunday, 11 November 2012
Chris Isaak - "Dancin'" (Silvertone)
Song itself is not incredibly special, but his vocal cries are haunting in a gripping way.
Godspeed, You Black Emperor! - "Static: Terrible Canyons Of Static: Atomic Clock; Chart #3; World Police and Friendly Fire; Buildings, They Are Sleeping Now" (Lift Your Skinny Fists Like Antennas To Heaven)
Insanity soundscapes like only G!YBE can play them.
Amazing. Musical LSD.
Amazing. Musical LSD.
Alan W. Watts - "On Being Vague"
search on youtube. Amazing description on how to view the need for description, for exact analysis, and how the Eastern philosophers thought about it.
To analyse it, is to kill it, basically: "After all, playing the violin is just stroking cat's entrails with horse hair. Stars are just radioactive, burning stones."
To analyse it, is to kill it, basically: "After all, playing the violin is just stroking cat's entrails with horse hair. Stars are just radioactive, burning stones."
Patti Smith - "Seneca"
starts soft and careful parlando.
a breakable song.
And her "Because the night" is still breathtaking. (and forget I discovered it through the eurohouse cover, ok?)
a breakable song.
And her "Because the night" is still breathtaking. (and forget I discovered it through the eurohouse cover, ok?)
Alice Munro - "Dolly" (in Tin Magazine)
What had happened to me was not uncommon, I thought. Not in books or in life. There should be, there must be, some well-worn way of dealing with it. Walking like this, of course. But you have to stop, even in a town this size, you have to stop, for cars and red lights. Also, there were people going round in such clumsy ways, stopping and starting, and schoolchildren, like the ones I used to keep in order - so many of them, and so idiotic, with their yelps and yells and the redundancy, the sheer unnecessity of their existence. Everywhere an insult in your face. This is life, everything proclaimed.
Must figure out how she writes, for it's not obvious yet beautiful.
Must figure out how she writes, for it's not obvious yet beautiful.
Amy Hempel - "A Full-Service Shelter" (in Tin Magazine)
Not sure I read it before, but a good read showing how a very simple structure ("They know us...", "they know me...") can be used and developed without becoming boring.
Plus, of course, Amy Hempel's insanely good writing.
Read in the Tin Magazine.
Plus, of course, Amy Hempel's insanely good writing.
Read in the Tin Magazine.
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