https://disquiet.com/2025/01/09/disquiet-junto-project-0680-reverse-resolution/
Komposition1062 StreichOrchester 

This frosty world [disquiet0680]

csound source: https://github.com/tonpatt/compositions/tree/master/discesa

Discesa (r2025)

gostwng3

Solo work. Electric guitar, baritone guitar, drums. All recorded at different sessions then layered together afterwards. On baritone guitar I was exploring with snare resonance. I put a small snare on top of the guitar cabinet.

Writing in General

Inspired by the short poem "Dust of Snow" by the American poet Robert Frost.

Dust of Snow

The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree

Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.


A Dust of Snow

Marco Lucchi : analog synthesizer, piano and fx

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for the current Naviar Haiku challenge
https://www.naviarrecords.com/naviarhaiku583-out-of-the-blue/

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out of the blue
of early morning light:
a paulownia leaf

Ōshima Ryōta

Marco Lucchi - Paulownia [Naviar Haiku # 583]

method:  this is a version of this extremely evasive poem in simple, intertwined loops; sc mastred auora 67 per cent
narration: this is one of the sequential, reflexive poems in my DIE ODRADEK VARIATIONEN collection, in the section titled DAS BUCH DER ZUMUTUNGEN – I might add the lyrics or even an interlinear translation when time permits
image: copyright jo richter

zuflucht

link to YT channel https://www.youtube.com/@futuregenocide9652 

track 1

pretending like you knew (when really you did)

the yellow sun haze.
cardboard cut-out mountains green.
cloud headed, wispy and surreal,
pines silhouetted on blue

this love plays,
around me woman cackles and chatter
heading away from everything good.
layabout and lazy lines. 
of hedge.
and wire.

i've been meaning to contemplate
but it's all too late.
and i feel so tiny,
before gods and their awesome mountains

their rivers and lay-line tears.
the sky has darkened,
like my blue eyes gone blank.
while the scrubby bush and cinder heath
is a reminder.
That the heart is flimsy and trite . . . 

A white duck and a black duck,
Stand side by saluting side, greyly green.
Keeping watch for Armageddon.
rising over the pond.
There is nothing new in sparrows.
Hunting over an empty field
Where the corn rolls stand
Like chequers on a bars side stool.

A yellow rusted machine,
Stands abandoned on a dusty verge.
Like my heart and it’s dreams

Amid desolate and desperate youth.
A blood red square sequined
Upon a white stick, 
here and there.
This road is oh so neatly segmented.

The gorge, the canyon, the valley.
In which we glide. 
and bounce

live fast die young - part 01

https://soundcloud.com/aqwan
https://soundcloud.com/wildsilencez 

There, beyond
The tunnel of light,
Stars!
And each of us
The space between.

live fast die young - part 01

lilu and the ghost