In spring sunlight
the rows of tea bushes
ripple like waves



Tōge Morita (1924-2013) was a Japanese teacher and poet from Osaka. In the early 50s, he started publishing his poems in the Katsuragi 葛城 magazine, later becoming its editor-in-chief and, in 1990, its editor.

Haiku by Tōge Morita

Picture by Kyle Bushnell

avaunt weightless - naviarhaiku604

Uploading this latest C track slightly earlier than usual due to a scheduled change of my internet provider (could take a few days so don't wanna risk it). 
More of an ambient techno vibe here. Made a few different versions of C49-C50 but think this is the best of the bunch despite it being almost 14 minutes in length. Slightly different approach with patching between the 3 moogs as I used two different clocks here:) One of the Labyrinth clocks is controlled by the LFO rate of the Mavis. Not a melody in sight so may include one in the next (and probably last) C upload. 320 kbps Mp3 version. No dropouts this time:) Enjoy this sonic trip!

C49-C50 (3rd mix)

enigma

Feral Truce

technelligence returns to soundcloud with a track that looks back to our roots in idiosyncratic minimal techno. this track was created while testing new sound generation and processing chains, combining the old with the new. check out the video here
https://youtu.be/gyZMPHEpgxU?si=BmuIwYL19ja82vrc

testing machines

Unusual glass (naviarhaiku610)

Inspired by this haiku

dropped glass -
its ring
outlasts the fall

A duo jam (electric bass and tenor saxophone) I've been tweaking for a couple of months, ading textures and more subtle rhythmic elements.
Performed by Miguel Yanover (tenor sax)
and Daniel Diaz (bass guitar, synths, drum beats)
Summer 2025.

Poem by Darren Bourne
Photo by DD

@naviar-records
@half-unusual

@miguel-yanover

It Outlasts the Fall - naviarhaiku610 - ambient jazz rock

I owe my entire professional career to copywriting. writing was an obvious choice, as I had always sat down regularly to just put into words whatever came to mind like a madman with four fingers on my little travel typewriter. just like before, the following was written spontaneously, in pure rage, from the gut, without thinking. translated directly into english using DeepL.

©lyrics and additional rhythm guitar by Hans-Michael Albers, music & vocal performance by suno 5

what kind of contagious madness is this, that spreads so blatantly in our minds like the furiously of a raging ulcer of grotesque insanity, all-consuming hatred, reality-distorting prejudices, and fucking self-importance? who unleashed these bloody killers of common sense, who understands nothing but twists everything, turning the dumbest idiots into smug heroes of an ideocracy that smashes everything and tramples every ounce of reason into the ground of boundless stupidity?

they laugh at facts like it’s a circus show, science gets ghosted while the nonsense grows, critical thoughts in a freefall, truth is in exile, won’t find a home, gonna lose any relevance, reason’s a relic, buried in the dirt, morality's begging on a street of clones, the intellect retreats into ridiculous bubbles of romantic self-deception. the wise are silenced, fools got the mic, they gas up the dark and blow out the light, they sell fake news like a carnival prize, bouncing off the walls like echo chambers, they trade books for memes, wisdom for hurt, gold for glitter, sense for hype. they mock the laws of nature call it a game, spit on the caution ones, rewrite all rules, make the categorical imperative a rumor, a myth to blame for everything that ever went wrong.

is it all too late?

the old white man brings back his god of self-righteousness, who blesses everything and justifies every atrocity, no matter how abominable, his sublime image, the almighty world order of the master race, which can do whatever it wants as long as people kneel in church on sundays and celebrate their bigoted hypocrisy together. and no one questions the lies. they are the sacred idea of all existence, and now they are coming to take you away, to disintegrate your entire worldview, everything you ever believed in, they burn your compass and everything that gives you direction to protect you from despair and self-doubt.

this is not a dream, not a nightmare, not a bad drug, and not a horror movie. this is what is happening right now. it’s real. it’s fucking real. the most real reality you have ever experienced. you are not overestimating it; you are not a pessimist or a doomsayer. you’re not a wimp, you’re not a weirdo, YOU ARE RIGHT! and the only thing you need to finally get it, is that it's not too late to stop what we're becoming

it's not too late to stop what's comin'
now
‘cause anything not now is too late
‘cause now they're comin' for you
especially for you 
it's not too late to stop what we're becoming
it's not too late to stop what's comin'

Too late

Circular building philosophy

Video Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=De5yIJdWXWI

Remixes

Wooden Spoon Dub Remix

Wooden Spoon Dub Remix & Video Link

Star above the peak -
a silk worm-breeding village
silently asleep
 

Mizuhara Shuoshi was a 20th century Japanese poet. Shuoshi rebelled against the principles of emotional detachment in haiku, which he thought limited his ability to emotionally express himself through poetry: he started a magazine called Staggerbush which focused on a more romantic, lyrical type of haiku.

haiku by Mizuhara Shuoshi

silently asleep [naviarhaiku613]

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