“Not to go on all-fours; that is the Law. Are we not Men?
“Not to suck up Drink; that is the Law. Are we not Men?
“Not to eat Fish or Flesh; that is the Law. Are we not Men?
“Not to claw the Bark of Trees; that is the Law. Are we not Men?
“Not to chase other Men; that is the Law. Are we not Men?”

“His is the House of Pain.
“His is the Hand that makes.
“His is the Hand that wounds.
“His is the Hand that heals.”

This track is taken from my pay-what-thou-wilt album called Bloodlines https://pytchblend.bandcamp.com/album/bloodlines

vox via librivox.org/the-island-of-dr-moreau-by-hg-wells

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pytchblend - theLaw

The vandals stole the handles 
Mr Nettles can be found at, https://soundcloud.com/apatchofnettles

Near The Sun

aPatchofNettles & NumbersInTheDream - Near The Sun

Waking dream
Video- https://odysee.com/@numbersinthedream:4/Enchanted-By-You:4
"HeavenEverAfter" album - https://invisibleriserecords.bandcamp.com/?from=search&search_item_id=1398889738&search_item_type=b&search_match_part=%3F&search_page_id=73366502&search_page_no=1&search_rank=1&search_sig=d9edb178d167b29c3da94816c0412637

Enchanted By You

Off the upcoming Unrealistic Headache tape (Ingrown Records)
https://ingrown.bandcamp.com/album/unrealistic-headache

Saginaw Doll Hospital

made it ages ago for nettles and never handed it over. now it is for anyone to destroy. there is also a really cool vocal part, if anyone wants it.
it has nothing to do with Jesus. whomever she might be,.

recipe for nettles and pytch

This track is Pangaean Permafaction's is debut release. A taste of things to come.

---- All Our Essence Is ----

The embryo's thin veil is mist.
A sulphurous caul spun by wind,
concealing the raggedness of material division.

The connectedness of a singular heart,
becomes split and braided beating,
within bound septuplets of expectation.

Pulling, pushing and the trembling electrical spasm of compression,
screaming and sleeping all day and all night.
Curiously excited septuplets,
blind septuplets.
At the very least they are incorrigible,
happy and entertained.

Blameless and nameless, how it once was.
Naive perfectness, involution as love,
only hopefulness, evolving as love.

Then, seven new forms' thin veil is cellular;
corporeal threading spun by need,
concealing the bounteousness of the essence.

The hopelessness of an insular heart,
becomes wan, incessant hunger
of bodies adrift in the flood

Collision, abrasion and the pyrrhic expulsion of scorched dust.
Unending feeling through the clean path of memory.
Confused by the not knowing.
Questioning in movement.
As glowing slow ridges extend
to dependable belief

Exhaustless and pilotless, how it must be.
Capricious changefulness, presenting as guile.
Bottomlessness, and destined to glide.

Seven strange wanderers' thin veil is the light.
The simplicity of a circle spun by time,
concealing helplessness, from the gullible.

The destructiveness of the boundary,
besets interminable subduction
straining the fabric of now.

Crushed, ground, melted and melded still mountains rise.
Precious elements lost to the sea;
precipitated, returned to firmament 
abreast the unfathomable selflessness
Of mothers milk.

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Pangaean Permafaction - All Our Essence Is

Had fun with the great SoundScaper app today, found that it did wonderful things to my pianoimprovisation. Added a field recording from this summer of cicadas on Mallorca, Spain

Deconstructed piano improvisation and Field recording etude No.5

TRAMPELFÂD
reach mr william hogarth 
https://soundcloud.com/trampelfad/reach-me

http://aporee.org/maps/?loc=14893
Spremberg, Germany - Mine atmosphere from viewing point: flagpole ropes in the wind / by Peter Cusack
http://aporee.org/maps/?loc=5049
cologne, eifelwall, pianostrings and fighting calls / by Frank Schulte
http://aporee.org/maps/?loc=10324
hoscheid, sound object, choeur de la foret / by Frank Schulte

Mr William Klangwander's Reach [TRAMPELFÂD radio]

This is the text element of an installation created last year for The Cad Factory's On Common Ground. The intention was to research matters related to the Narrandera Common and surrounding area and make a text specific to that place and its stories. A kind of psychogeographical map making exercise in  interconnectedness. Initially I thought it would be a series of lists of words, but I found I was unable to (or did not want to) extract my emotive reaction from what I encountered in the research and the project turned into something else. When I had finished writing I discovered I had a very strong compulsion to speak the words aloud at the installation site. It seemed to me that the work would be incomplete unless this happened. After responding to the land, looking for a language of land, I felt there needed to be a cyclic resolution, and that meant I had to return the words to their source location. I knew this would mean a pouring out of sound, taking the text out of my head, out of its existence as silent ink marks on paper, and into the space as vibrations and echoes.

Loose Leaf Manuscript: A Common Tongue - text recording

In the air with Christmas, hidden dark and floating light, the silent bleed, love you all the way to empty cheer.

the present to a world
to the world a present
a present to the world
to a world, the present

the world to a present
to the present a world
a world to the present
to a present, the world

Pangaean Permafaction - 1000 Miles Above Christmas  (2016)

australian based sound and street artist.

recipe for nettles and pytch

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