The Fumigation of La Luna is a poem by Albert Pellicer. It is a response to the events of fumigation with Glyphosate in the territory of indigenous people Kogui in La Sierra de Santa Marta Colombia. This chemical poisoned the land, the air, and threatened the health of the indigenous population. The fumigation targeted 'coca' plantations, sacred plant for the Kogui's traditions and health.  Kogui culture is one of the most sophisticated and peaceful precolombian cultures. Here you can read an article of this atrocity made on the name of the war on drugs. The war on drugs should be focus on the consume of cocaine by people in developed countries. It is a drug to act faster, produce faster, keep with the fast speed of life, keep running capitalism. More about the story here: http://www.rense.com/general67/kogi.htm

The Fumigation of La Luna - 2006

deskomidita a 5k hrz. toítica babosa, toítica dilatada. tan ancha la pirobita que parece que se va a zanjar sus dudas con el patas mismo en persona. matachinuda, salvaja. reclamo mi territoria para desterritorializarme. me desancalo dejando que mi no-ser busque el orgasmo anticlimático de lo que no se repite…de eso que es solo ciclo desbocado. *o***ooo 

en tu oído te pongo la voluptuosidad de mi ruido
mojadita por dentro, sacando desde la entraña un sonido, que te abraza y acuna...qué rico que me toco y me habito entre transparencias de cuerpos titubeantes

23.02.23

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en este recorrerme de nuevo me abro el culo, para que lo espectral entre por él. ni boca, ni nariz ni oídos logran capturar el valor de lo místico como el devenir poroso que allí se madura. lo exploro, lo dilato y lo siento. en hueso, uña y cayo. me escarvo con la forma de tres bolitas, una cada vez más grande que la otra. su plasticidad púrpura se desliza suave dentro de mí, activa preguntas sobre tiempos que no puedo si quiera acercarme. un plug, que me conecta, pone los pelitos erizados, como antenas que llaman y exacerban la sensación del aire en la piel. me culeo mejor con seres objetuales que con la piel indebida de un cuerpo distanciado. 

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el perdón, como don absoluto solo se le puede dar a las muertas y a una misma. me doy el don, me otorgo el perdón por haberme hecho solo un matojo de trapos secos en un rincón olvidado de la casa. por clausurarme, como túnel nunca terminado, anclado solo al seno de lla montaña a medio corroerle su entraña. me abro, entera. lo que no se puede abrir solo, lo abro con mi dedo. toco con la punta, y con él trazo el circulo mágiko que me descontenga.  

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embullada [cap1] - deskomida A 5k Hrz

Alexandra Spence – “Do jellyfish breathe?”

A reworked version of this piece has been released as the album 'a veil, the sea' as a cassette tape or download on the Mappa label. You can purchase a copy here:

https://mappa.bandcamp.com/album/a-veil-the-sea

During Sydney’s most recent lockdown I submerged* a 15 minute-long piece of cassette tape in seawater collected from a local beach. The cassette tape contained a field recording of waves, and a recording of my voice offering a (non-definitive, and non-hierarchical) list of things found in the Pacific Ocean.

I’ve been thinking about connection with bodies of water, as well as connections between bodies and water, and how we might reimagine our bodily limitations to examine the things that connect us to each other and to our surroundings. The sea has always felt like home, and having lived on both the east and west edges of the Pacific Ocean it has become a place of connection for me.

I’ve been thinking about the Pacific Ocean as a home – not only to marine creatures and sea currents – but to the obscure movements of global trade, offshore data barges, and sunken satellites deactivated and dumped from space. Vast bodies may seem infinite, but nothing is – the depths hold mysterious, beautiful, and troubling things.

…Bottlenose dolphins, ancient artefacts, Lego pieces, approximately 36 species of shark, underwater mines…

Imagining an infinite ocean has led to overfishing, floating plastic-particle gyres, lost whales (as a result of the underwater din of shipping and naval industries), and an international sense of unaccountability.

“… Do jellyfish breathe?” is a kind of sonic traversing of oceanic layers, exploring imaginary landscapes, entwining and encountering unequal forms, such as breath with wave, fish with fishing line, along the way.

*Submerging the tape in salt water is an expansion of an ongoing project in which I bury tape loops 7-second field recordings on tape loops before burying them in the earth at the location in which they were recorded. I imagine this as a collaboration of sorts — I make a recording and the physical variables of each place and location alter it. While the magnetic coating of the tape retains sonic remnants of the recorded sounds of the place, the physicality of the tape ribbon retains material remnants of the place: sand, salt, other, which, in turn, impart audibly on the recording in the form of crackles, scratches, tape-warp, and hiss.

Alexandra Spence - Do Jellyfish Breathe (excerpt)

"Quebrada"

[A Fragment of "Il y avait un jardin" a poem by Georges Moustaki at 'Lob der Erde' (2017) by Byung-Chul Han.

Isabel Pardo Crespo @isabelcrespo, voice 

Susan Campos Fonseca, composer, quijongo and field recording (Quebrada amarilla, Jacò, Costa Rica).

Special feat. Célina Fonseca Quirós.

Mixed & Sound design by  Julián De La Chica
at IGMusic LAB, Brooklyn, NY

Extended Quijongo Project @IrreverenceGroupMusic LAB's Project, 2023.

Special thanks to Rafael Chinchilla and Central Cine (Barrio Escalante, Costa Rica).

Quebrada [Demo] Susan Campos & Isabel Crespo

En Tacuarembó quizás no abunde la gente que escribe décimas, pero mucha gente en nuestro país, sobre todo en ambientes rurales, por algún motivo las memoriza y las guarda en su corazón. Quizás se apegan a ellas como los niños a los cuentos infantiles, deben ser profundos los motivos de esa conexión... 
También hay mujeres que conocen y pueden recitar algunas décimas completas, sólo que es difícil escucharlas fuera de los ambientes domésticos. 
Los mecanismos de la memoria generan versiones, más que interpretaciones de este tipo de versos. 
"Chaguitas" (Rincón de Charata, 1944) ha recordado y recitado La venganza de Tolosa tal cual la compartimos aquí. 
Nos contó que lleva ese apellido por un padrastro que dio el apellido a dos de sus hermanos. En los perímetros de Curtina, Piedra Sola, Tambores, Achar, Peralta, lo conocen como "Duarte chico". 
"Cuando nací mi vieja me cazó de las patas y me metió en el Río Negro, dice bueno, éste es macho". Su madre tiene 95 años y vive con él, pero Chaguitas salió muy joven de su casa a trabajar en las estancias. Comenzó cortando cardos en dormitorios de lanares, luego fue ayudante de casero y peón mensual de campo, pero a lo largo de su vida se deempeñó en varios oficios. "Y así me hice entre extraños", dice. Son trece hermanos.  

"Chaguitas" recita "La venganza de Tolosa" (Juan Pedro López)

Readings in Contemporary Poetry
CAConrad and Cecilia Vicuña 
Tuesday, April 5, 2016, 6:30 pm

Readings in Contemporary Poetry - Cecilia Vicuña

Pieza creada para el No Máster de Arte Sonoro en AADK, Blanca (Murcia), impartido por Carlos Suárez, la semana del 18 al 23 de Junio 2018. Sintesis modular virtual, y postproducción de audio.
(Imágen: Death de Makaella Cameron)

Shak Benavides - Antes Y Después De Haberte Conocido

Sonic Landscape. Voice only. by Carmina Escobar

Verge .lineborder

Paisaje sonoro intervenido, registro de la costa del Río Paraná, Granadero Baigorria, provincia de Santa Fe, dentro del predio de la Ciudad Deportiva del Club Atlético Rosario Central, 16 de Octubre de 2017, entre las 16 y las 18hs.
Remoto homenaje a la pieza WEEKEND de Walter Ruttmann
 que ofició de inspiración a la hora de componer el storytelling tanto conceptual como técnico.

Fotografía de María Laura Bauman.

Aguas del Caribe Baigorria

Here We all Are (Lucier Mix)(extract) 
For a long time I’ve been thinking of what a feminist re-working of Lucier’s “I Am Sitting In A Room” might sound like. It’s a great work but I couldn’t help but wonder about Lucier’s position as the only sound in the room, the male artist apparently voluntarily isolated and cut off from the rest of society with his voice becoming more and more re-enforced and literally bouncing back at him from his environment reflecting only him. I wanted to see what happened when my voice was looped over and over again into the outside world so that it combined with the sounds of the other people and the other species that I share space with. 
In March and April 2020 the UK went into lockdown to try and slow the spread of the virus C19. The inner cities everywhere became quieter as traffic and planes decreased. The weather was unusually warm and sunny. Birds sang and insects buzzed. In my part of East London where the small gardens of terraced houses are divided from the neighbours gardens on three sides by fences, you could hear but not see the various activities of your often unknown neighbours at various points of the day and night. Many people no longer were allowed to go to work but worked in the garden, played with their children and  enjoyed being outside. 
All recordings Here We all Are (Lucier Mix) were made during the start of this time while sitting in the same position in my garden in Hackney, London in late March and April, 2020. 

I am very grateful to Vanessa Rossetto for inviting me to contribute to AMPLIFY 2020  quarantine and giving me the chance to try out my ideas. 
The full 16 minute track is available on AMPLIFY2020 Bandcamp https://amplify2020.bandcamp.com/album/here-we-all-are-lucier-mix?fbclid=IwAR20pdja4wEyF_nPe4vqOp-i5OY6rEK_neOAVV9D_n6MjFImgNvpClHy8vM

I am grateful that live in a house with a garden. 1 in 5 people in the UK live below the poverty line and many have suffered during the lockdown 
Any financial contributions from Here We all Are (Lucier Mix) will be donated to the Hackney Food Bank  https://hackney.foodbank.org.uk/

Here We All Are (Lucier Mix) extract

Creadores: Jorge Gómez A. / Amarilys Quintero Ruiz
Programa Musical en homenage a la vida y obra del músico norteamericano contemporáneo John Cage. Ganadora del Primer Premio en la Sexta Bienal Internacional de Radio. México D.F 2006

La Jaula Silenciosa de Juan | Ars Sonorus

Radioartist, Sound alchemist, between the pessimistic Kantian reason and the jocular mystical optimism of John Cage.
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Radioasta. Alquimista sonoro, entre la pesimista razón kantiana y el jocoso optimismo místico de John Cage.

Aguas del Caribe Baigorria

El RUIDO es el Mensaje | The NOISE is the Message

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