Sounds from a collab with @tiny_wytch aka lone arrivals

Shifter (lone arrivals / Assula)

Magazine

The reeds in the midnight

I followed the open call of the great team humanfobia: https://soundcloud.com/humanfobia

letra: Mi ataúd está solitario
Mi ataúd está solitario

El Cementerio es mi hogar
Cada noche puedo sentir el perfume de la muerte
Tu energía y sangre vital serán mías
Necesito la compañía de un cadáver
Detrás de cada lápida está escrito
el nombre de los dieron la vida por mí

Necesito la compañía de un cadáver
Mi ataúd está solitario (x5)


Be proud to be part of the compilation (download here): 
https://cianorbe2nd.bandcamp.com/album/ataud-solitario-cior-382

noxpox - Ataud Solitario Open Call Feat. Humanfobia

Recorded live at the 1993 Llantrisant Folk Festival.

l'instant du temps,le moment présent

This is version 1 of 'Untrodden Lead New Pristine', an overlapping of intimate words and funky jazz sounds. Somehow, the emotional status of a world moving and rushing while the inner space is struggling within itself.

Music, mixing and production by https://soundcloud.com/p-e-n-i-n-s-o-l-a-r
Reading and sonopoetry by https://soundcloud.com/ilaria_boffa 
Bandcamp https://peninsolar.bandcamp.com/album/p-e-n-i-n-s-o-l-a-r-ilaria-boffa-untrodden-lead-new-pristine
Vimeo https://vimeo.com/461581122

Excerpt from 'Im Westen Nichts Neues/All Quiet on the Western Front' (Chapter 12) by Erich Maria Remarque

‘Had we returned home in 1916, out of the suffering and the strength of our experiences we might have unleashed a storm. Now if we go back we will be weary, broken, burnt out, rootless, and without hope. We will not be able to find our way anymore.
And men will not understand us – for the generation that grew up before us, though it has passed these years with us already had a home and a calling; now it will return to its old occupations, and the war will be forgotten – and the generation that has grown up after us will be strange to us and push us aside. We will be superfluous even to ourselves, we will grow older, a few will adapt themselves, some others will merely submit, and most will be bewildered; – the years will pass by and in the end we shall fall into ruin.
But perhaps all this that I think is mere melancholy and dismay, which will fly away as the dust, when I stand once again beneath the poplars and listen to the rustling of their leaves. It cannot be that it has gone, the yearning that made our blood unquiet, the unknown, the perplexing, the oncoming things, the thousand faces of the future, the melodies from dreams and from books, the whispers and divinations of women; it cannot be that this has vanished in bombardment, in despair, in brothels.
Here the trees show gay and golden, the berries of the rowan stand red among the leaves, country roads run white out to the skyline, and the canteens hum like beehives with rumours of peace.
I stand up.
I am very quiet. Let the months and years come, they can take nothing from me, they can take nothing more. I am so alone, and so without hope that I can confront them without fear. The life that has borne me through these years is still in my hands and my eyes. Whether I have subdued it, I know not. But so long as it is there it will seek its own way out, heedless of the will that is within me.’

Sonopoem ‘Im Westen Nichts Neues’

All quiet. Niente di nuovo.
Where is the storm, the awe
that yelling at the top 
of our lungs, the desperate flight?
Im Westen Nichts Neues, Europa.
Before and after, hidden and heedless.
Consciously superfluous to yourself.

We walk your geology Europa
And nothing is pristine.
What is missing, what thought
what sorrow?
It cannot be that we forgot our intents.
You keep withdrawing. 
And I keep talking to myself.

P È N I N Ș O L A R Ilaria Boffa Untrodden Lead New Pristine (v1)

(Chanson pour une amie dont c'était le dernier vol)

J'ai fait le tour
De quelques questions
Et puis à quoi bon ?

J'ai fait le tour
De bien des jardins
J'ai fait du mal et du bien

J'ai fait le tour
Le tour de la terre
Été comme hiver

J'ai fait la sourde
Oreille au réveil
Pour un tour de sommeil

Mais s'il y a bien une chose au monde
D'où l'on ne revient
Que pour mieux y retourner un jour
Même quelques secondes
Pour un dernier tour
L'Amour

Vas voir là bas
Si on y est
Toi tu y seras

Vas voir là bas
Et nous de veiller
Sur tout, sur tout et sur toi

Ton ciel est plein
Plein de copains
De Paris à Singapour

Le ciel est vaste
All thing must past
Chacun son tour

Mais s'il y a bien une chose au monde
Dont on se souvient
La vie entière et le coeur lourd
Les quelques secondes
Avant le dernier tour

Voilà ma Flo
En quelques mots
Voyage au long cours

Vas où tu veux
Reviens dès que tu peux
Pour un,
Un dernier tour...

Le Tour

Another track in the Fast Fourier Transforms series. This track features my Neptune Lindo electro-acoustic guitar playing into the Roxsyn guitar synth app 
through a Bleass Chorus and Enventide Blackhole and also playing some sounds into the Monono app.

Fast Fourier Transforms V

Wanderer

Spazzole a Disco Fanatico

Music : Mahan Mahan
Vocals : Bobby Byrd (Sampled & used with implied permissions & best of intentions)

Produced & Recorded @ Pahlavi Sound Studios in Mama Shadi's basement, Los Angeles, CA, USA 01/2021

Spazzole a Disco Fanatico

Poetry, Field recording and the More-Than-Human Human

'I use this space to offer an experience of Sonopoetry, the voice of verses combined with field/sound recording and music collaborations.
Writing and composition marked the passage from pre-history to history for human beings. I firmly believe that writing&listening (active care/empathy and full attention to each and every sound from each and every living and non living being) could inform, guide and represent the Posthuman era that I'll call Human Human era -from sapiens sapiens to human human.
The contemporary alliance between the disciplines of Art, Science and Philosophy elicits the conceptualisation of the Posthuman that to me also implies the transition from the Anthropocene to the Age of Art as a driver of thought and vision. I advocate the responsibility to assign a 'more than human' meaning to the Posthuman concept, that's why More-Than-Human Human, in order to emphasise the human core, the genetic connection to bio and non-bio diversity as per the Biophilia Hypothesis.
Are we listening?'

Born 6 January 1972, Ilaria Boffa is an Italian poet and sound recordist. 
She has published four poetry collections and she is one of the eight authors included in the North East American Association publication ‘Writing in a Different Language’ Vol XL 2018.
Over the last years, she has been experimenting with field recording, blending her spoken word with sound.
Publications:
Beginnings & Other tragedies/Inizi e Altre Tragedie, 2023, book of poems (Eng/Ita)
https://www.valleypressuk.com/shop/p/beginnings-tragedies

About Sounds About Us/Di Suoni e di Noi, 2019, book of poems (Eng/Ita)
http://www.samueleeditore.it/about-sounds-about-us-ilaria-boffa/

Writing in A Different Language, volume XL NeMLA publications (Northeast Modern Language Association), College of New Jersey, 2018
http://www.buffalo.edu/nemla/publications/nis/past/volume-xl.html

The Bliss of Hush and Wires/Periferie, 2016, book of poems (Eng/Ita)
http://www.samueleeditore.it/periferie-the-bliss-of-hush-and-wires-ilaria-boffa-2/