Quand l'homme a-t'il eu conscience qu'il avait conscience et quand l'homme a-t'il eu conscience qu'il avait une conscience?

La Conscience

La Conscience - KRT Production

Sagittent Vulturi

Loosely based on-->

The Widow’s Lament in Springtime
By William Carlos Williams


Sorrow is my own yard
where the new grass
flames as it has flamed
often before, but not
with the cold fire
that closes round me this year.
Thirty-five years
I lived with my husband.
The plum tree is white today
with masses of flowers.
Masses of flowers
load the cherry branches
and color some bushes
yellow and some red,
but the grief in my heart
is stronger than they,
for though they were my joy
formerly, today I notice them
and turn away forgetting.
Today my son told me
that in the meadows,
at the edge of the heavy woods
in the distance, he saw
trees of white flowers.
I feel that I would like
to go there
and fall into those flowers
and sink into the marsh near them.


https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poems/15468/the-widows-lament-in-springtime

In the meadows, he saw trees of white flowers

From Within

"Sonhos em loop" é uma mistura de diversas vertentes da música eletrônica com pitadas lo-fi. Com um baixo hipnotizante e ao mesmo tempo perturbador, esta faixa é uma convite para soltar seu corpo na pista de um grande pesadelo.

Sonhos em loop

No work during 4 month after a homejacking
7th part of the sleepy trip.
Hope you'll like share and comment
Glory to the holy algorythm.
Peace

Morpheus Arms

Morpheus Arms #7

Wandour’s "Serenade" kicks off the Iridescent Serenade EP with a frenetic burst of spring vibes. It’s a buoyant track that sets the tone with classic piano house vibes with a sparkling, crystalline synth motif. There’s an effervescent joy here, something familiar but dressed in new skin. It’s bright, kinetic, and effortlessly fluid. It’s punchy without being heavy and full of euphoric nuances that give it that perfect open air festival vibes. There's a warm lo-fi glow running through the whole song, making it equally perfect for zoning in during a study session or breaking into an impromptu dance under the sun. 

Listen to the full EP and get your summer vibes on!

Serenade

Listen on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/2LXyUaj3zRfsYSZsKVLCHB
Buy on Beatport: https://www.beatport.com/release/lost-in-my-head/5071924

LOST IN MY HEAD
Composition, production, and vocals by Wicked Gloves
92 BPM, A min

LYRICS:

Oh yeah, whoa, hey yo
Oh yeah, whoa, hey yo

Try to say what I feel but I can't
Try to be something real but I can't
Try to stay in the moment, but I get in my head

Gonna take all the time that I need
Feel the pain, let it flow when I bleed
Try to stay in the moment, but I get in my head

I get lost in my head
I'm lost in my head...

Try to understand but I still can't see
A better version of what life could be
You try to help me get through, but I stumble again and again

I want to be a man that I just can't be
I'm drowning inside my deficiencies
You try to help me get through, but I crumble again

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All Rights Reserved

Wicked Gloves

Lost in My Head

Frank Hopkins – Waiting
Robag Wrume – Prognosen Bomm
Kevin Di Serna – Amapola
MJ Cole – Phoenix
Domink Eulberg – Goldene Acht
Tale of Us – Notte Senza Fine (Kiasmos Remix)
Bjorn – Azure
Mind Against – Isolate
Jonathan Kasper – Rantou
Amirali – Hidden Past (Fort Romeau Remix)
Will DeKeizer – Lost Winter
Argia – Backgammon
Ben Summers – Away (Framewerk Remix)
James Harcourt – Beholden
Jamie Stevens – Titans
Maribou State – Rituals (Sasha Remix)
Stereo Underground – Empty Spaces
Joseph Ray – Room 1.5 
Renato Cohen &AFFKT – Acid Rollercoaster
Because of Art - Elevate
Bedrock - Forge (Framewerk Ful On Mix)
Martin Herrs – Forgotten
Paul Wolford & Extrawelt – Pursuit (Extrawelt’s Griddle Remix)
Pig & Dan – Reasons to Hate You
Danny Howells – Sister Said (Dub)
Hernan Cattaneo & Jody Barr – Airglow
James Solace – Twilight
Julian Wassermann & Modeplex – Mondo (AFFKT Remix)
Mattia Pompeo – Circle (AFFKT Remix)
Oliver Huntemann – Rotlicht
Trentemoller – Shades of Marble (Trentemoller Remix)
Andreas Henneberg – Waiting in the Weeds
Enrico Sangiuliano – Moon Rocks
Max Cooper – Organa (Patrice Baumel Remix)
Chris Liebing feat. Polly Scattergood – Another Day (Radio Slave Remix)
Christian Smith – Air Castle (Laurent Garnier Remix)
Patrice Baumel – Grace
John Hopkins – Singularity (ANNA Remix)
Robots With No Soul – Sedona Circle
Michael Mayer – The Solution
Probspot – Foreplay
Crimsen – Dancefloor Memories (Because of Art Remix)
Paul Roux – Lazy Sunday
Alpha Rhythm – From the Ashes (Etherwood Remix)
Etherwood – Komorebi
Keeno – The Comet
Paperchase feat. Danny Byrd – Brooks Brothers
Crackazaat – I Need to Know (Amy Dabbs Remix)


Explorations 160 (May 2025)

August is a hard month for me, it's when my mental and physical health goes to shit, so I am throwing all that energy into some songs .. 

When will I ever feel ok about me

smoke

I don't claim any ownership over any of this. Anyone can use any of it for any reason forever. Also I accept liability. Please don't sue me (and/or let's collaborate).

"Holy fucking shit, this shit is crazy wtf"

"Moments of being passable beyond novelty"

"Very ok"

"Actually slaps"

"Straight art"

"Noise"

At its core, the blorgpulkf is a pulsating, iridescent orb that thrums with an energy that can only be described as "the sound of a thousand bees having a rave inside a kaleidoscope." It's hypnotic, it's unsettling, and it's strangely addictive - like watching a lava lamp filled with Mountain Dew and gummy bears.

But that's just the beginning. Surrounding this pulsing heart are layers upon layers of... well, your guess is as good as mine. One moment it's a tangled web of neon tubes that hum with an eerie frequency, the next it's a churning mass of what appears to be sentient silly putty. And is that a tiny disco ball I see nestled in there? You bet your sweet bippy it is.

As for its features, the blorgpulkf is like a Swiss Army knife designed by a mad scientist with a penchant for pranks. It's got a button that releases a burst of confetti and the sound of a rubber chicken being stepped on, a lever that causes the whole thing to fold in on itself like a origami crane having an existential crisis, and a tiny compartment that dispenses a single, perfectly spherical grape every 37 hours.

But perhaps the most baffling feature of the blorgpulkf is its ability to communicate. Not with words, of course - that would be far too pedestrian. No, the blorgpulkf speaks in a language all its own, a cryptic code of flashing lights, whirring gears, and the occasional burst of atonal jazz played on what sounds suspiciously like a didgeridoo.




The plorksickle. It's like someone took a fever dream, a Mad Lib, and a Dada art installation, threw 'em in a blender, and hit "puree."

Picture this: a contraption that looks like it crawled out of a Salvador Dali painting and mated with a Rube Goldberg machine. It's got a crank that sounds like a yodeling ostrich, a button that releases a puff of glitter and the scent of existential dread, and a tiny screen that just flashes the word "moist" in Wingdings.

But here's the kicker - every time you think you've figured out what it does, it changes the game. One minute it's reciting beat poetry in binary code, the next it's turning itself inside out and becoming a Klein bottle. And don't even get me started on the time it started oozing a viscous liquid that tasted like the color purple.

Is it a tool? A toy? A sentient being from another dimension that's just really, really bad at communication? Your guess is as good as mine. All I know is, it's the most beautifully useless thing I've ever laid eyes on.

But maybe that's the point. In a world where everything has to have a purpose, a function, a reason for being, the plorksickle is a big, fat middle finger to the very concept of sense. It's absurdity for absurdity's sake, a Zen koan in physical form.

So if you ever see me on the street, cradling this bizarre little gizmo like a newborn lovechild, don't ask me what it does. Just nod, smile, and know that you're in the presence of something truly inexplicable. Something that laughs in the face of logic and spits in the eye of reason.

In the meadows, he saw trees of white flowers

blorgpulkfplorksickle