Source sound:  from a few seconds of a recording of Paul Pertis and His Gypsy Orchestra: https://archive.org/details/78_1-there-is-but-one-girl-2-students-csardas_lesley-semsey-and-his-gypsy-orchestra_gbia8000296

Remnant #1

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This track can be downloaded and altered.
Jeff (stonerjazz) - who brought about the idea of opening up this cycle of creation, deconstruction, reconstruction for  'any adventurous soul' - has created a terrific version himself: 
https://soundcloud.com/user-911083679/song-0049wav/s-xPwc6uwYFVM
Would you like to do the same?
The only obligation is to keep the copyright to the lyrics.

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Method: The basis is laid by feeding a subharmonicon into a c9 pedal - and field recordings made at Lake Constance.
Narration: A moment of understanding is explored in a time lapse.
Reference for the title: https://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/concatenandus , hence https://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/concateno#Latin
Reference for key concepts: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dasein and of course the deep understanding of interconnected relationships developed by https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gregory_Bateson and others. Sartre is said to have turned to phenomenology because it allowed him to sit with a glass of wine, drink and ponder on it simultaneously. A passing reference is also paid to https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_World_as_Will_and_Representation

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Lyrics / copyright jo richter:
concatenandus - (on the meaning of wind generators in fashion photography)

she kept wondering about all those photographs
that show flowing hair and wide, wind-swept robes
until she understood: those ropes connect halves
of a self that's caught and its dasein-based scopes

what is my real size if it's not epidermical skin?
the reach of my voice? my status, hierarchical clout?
my environmental footprints, global, within?
my life's agenda? some will being lived out?

what is my true reach into psyche, space, time?
which pasts do shape my tribulations and loves?
she thought of herself as a poor poet's rhyme,
as a reflection of life in a stock photograph.

a stranger wave of understanding hit her
when she unfolded into the moment -
she was not singled out, her whole world was with her
she was connected in a well-worn arrangement

of events manifest: she yelled out with joy:
birds nest in my hair, my feet walk the ground
this self tried to bind me, this gravitational ploy
but beyond all that hassle, spins a world that is round

Open for collaboration: Concatenandus - on the meaning of wind generators in fashion photography

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