A world of chaos, the work of man.

Two of Pentacles
Balance, flexibility, and adaptation in the face of change. This track weaves cyclical rhythms and shifting motifs, echoing the ongoing act of juggling priorities and staying afloat amidst life’s changes.

Resource Pack
As with every Tarot Tape, this volume includes a bonus resource pack - available both as a standalone download on Gumroad and included with the Bandcamp release's download in the readme file. Tarot Tape I includes a 16-patch bank for Arturia Pigments that contains 16 patches from the 3 tracks contained in this volume.

Read more: https://spooqs.space/music/tarot-tape-i/
Support on Bandcamp: https://spooqs.bandcamp.com/album/tar...
Arturia Pigments Patch Bank: https://spooqs.gumroad.com/l/jvkczd

Two of Pentacles

大地の陰り・Autumn Muddy Sonic Tuetle・泥亀ソニック

Yéban (liquéfaction)

Beware_Of_The_Mops

Hackers

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Caught in the Non Act: excerpt upcoming "a Rock-or-Die Opera"
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music: beats and tune by szalap  @kacper-razdwarazdwa
// ...and additional samples
by fictionalive
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lyrics written and 
narration provided by fictionalive
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excerpt of:
The Stage On Which You Perform: a 'Rock-or-Die' Opera 
https://soundcloud.com/fictionalive/a-rock-or-die-opera


fusion of it all - fictionalive with the popoems series and the hyper media reports
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dropped
Thursday, August 8th, 2025
time - 10:39 AM Central European
Hot Summer Time Zone
today: chaos unfolds —
clouds weep showers of sorrow,
laughter born from disbelief

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// keep shining, crazy little diamond

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"Caught in the Non Act"

At first glance, the phrase seems paradoxical—a riddle whispered in smoke. To be “caught” suggests interruption, perhaps even exposure, yet what is unveiled is the “non act,” a moment defined not by what is done, but what is left undone, unwilled, unexpressed. Here, systems of intention and volition collapse; the actor is held—and holding—precisely at the threshold of action.

I. The Paradox of Presence and Absence

To be “caught in the non act” is to be present at the site of absence. This title evokes the liminal: a threshold where anticipation, hesitation, or silent refusal takes the stage. It aligns with Zen thought—the uncarved block, the sound of one hand clapping—gestures toward meaning that reside in emptiness, stillness, and restraint.

II. Agency in Inaction

Is inaction itself a form of agency? Existentialist thinkers such as Sartre argued that even not-choosing is a choice. To be caught in the non act is to dwell in the suspended animation of potential—the lived tension before choice crystallizes into commitment. Here, the subject is not powerless but powerful in withholding, sabotaging the momentum of events through refusal or hesitation. The non act radiates with possibility, every moment of not-acting echoing futurities never realized.

III. Surveillance and Self-Reflection

“Caught”—by whom? By others, or by the self? If the non act is witnessed, it takes on the texture of surveillance: the fear or thrill of being seen not doing. It is the existential snapshot of one’s truth in the gap, the moment between mask and face, a zone often more revealing than any overt gesture. Inwards, it becomes conscience—self-apprehension at the point of procrastination, moral paralysis, or pure contemplation.

IV. Contemporary Resonance

In an era pressed by productivity and ceaseless motion, “Caught in the Non Act” resists the cult of doing. It honors withdrawal, indecision, the strategic pause, and the mysterious freedom in simply not complying, not reacting, not perpetually performing. To be caught in the non act is perhaps to find, at last, a clearing in the relentless forest of demands—a sacred ambiguity where the self can listen more closely for the next true move.

V. Aesthetic Echoes

The phrase dances with ambiguity and negative space. Like a photograph of a ghost, it suggests presences that can only be glimpsed obliquely—what remains hauntingly unfinished, the beauty in longing rather than attainment. It is the space between musical notes, the silence that frames the utterance, the spell before awakening.

Final Reflection

"Caught in the Non Act" thus stands as a quietly rebellious banner—an enigma that encourages us to ponder the riches of stillness, hesitation, potential, and refusal. It asks us: what, in this stopped moment, have you discovered about movement, intention, and meaning itself? Sometimes—the non act is the truest revolution.

Caught in the Non Act: excerpt upcoming "a Rock-or-Die Opera"

Cool Funk Backing Track by Gernot Blumel Guitar Lessons ==> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I4Mb_ebpFc8
HEALING MYSELF
At your fingertips, the information you need
Books and video clips help very much indeed
In no time at all doin’ cartwheels ‘cross the floor
In no time at all feelin’ no pain anymore

CHORUS
Take a fall, get back up
Hit a wall, get back up
Healing myself
Feeling myself, again
Healing myself
Feeling myself
Haven’t felt this good in I don’t know when

‘Cuz I took a fall walkin’ my dog a few weeks ago
She’s a good dog but she likes to put on a show
Gave wide berth to that big ol’ oncoming hound
But Lucy went berserk, pulled my body to the ground
Felt a snap someplace in my right upper arm
A cause for great concern and sudden alarm
As Lucy’s leash unraveled from my wrist 
A thought flashed through my head, I couldn’t resist: 

Take a fall, get back up
Hit a wall, get back up
Healing myself
Feeling myself, again
Healing myself
Feeling myself
Haven’t felt this good in I don’t know when

BRIDGE
'Cuz we got,
Asian squattin’
Creatine
Dead hangin’
Feelin’ lean
Non-GMO
Say no to pills
Takin’ it slow
The thing that kills, uh

[Music]

Take a fall, get back up
Hit a wall, get back up
Healing myself
Feeling myself, again
Healing myself
Feeling myself
Haven’t felt this good in I don’t, I don’t know when

……..Goin’ for broke
Take a toke…….

Take a fall, get back up
Hit a wall, get back up
Healing myself
Feeling myself, again, again
Healing myself
Feeling myself
Haven’t felt this good in I don’t know when

Healing myself
Feeling myself
Haven’t felt this good in I don’t know when

Healing myself
Feeling myself
Haven’t felt this good in I don’t know when..

© 2025 Renee La Chapelle – All Rights Reserved


HEALING MYSELF - Funk Version

Hall Of Mystery

Composer: Jacob Van Eyck (1590-1657)
Book: Der Fluyten Lust-hof , Vol.1. 
d'Lof zangh Marie (modos 1-3)
Soprano Recorder, enjoy! 

d'Lof-zangh Marie

Arabic Jew mixed with Sabar Senegalese drums

New test

Beware_Of_The_Mops

Lucza