From the new album Moments of Vertical
Buy: https://scapeone.bandcamp.com/album/moments-of-vertical
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Thinking Structures

An exploration of Bloom Ten Worlds from Brian Eno and Peter Chilvers.

Bloom World 7 - 092725

The Movement LP and a brand new EP that dropped this morning "Atmospheric Pressure" are available at Bandcamp now:
https://ceruleanascent.bandcamp.com/

Visuals for Movement 14 here:
https://youtu.be/Gg7gx-_tGSo

Sampled speech on this version of Movement 14 from Paul Mason:
https://youtu.be/Z55AEOPYlYc?si=Ce5hwTw2-d0IyHou

And another historian I've lost and cannot find!

Music is a great leveller. No one cares who you are. Music doesn't care who you are. Music is an antidote to this social media driven, post truth bullshit.  Self-evident truth cannot die. You'll find me strapped to that mast.

Movement 14

jholrohn_03

Velo

ベルを鳴らして走り下りる／肩から背へ枝葉の影が走る
覆いかぶさる枝葉の合間に／鈍く光る銀輪が見え隠れし
ひかりがまだらに散らばる／弧をえがいて素早いものよ
切りどおしの坂の基底から／苔色の石垣が曲がるところ
身を捻り肩越しに振り返る／暗がりから見上げている人
木に隠れた迷い家に気づく／頬に痣のような影を置いて
黒い窓が並び見下ろしてる／いつもその背中を見ていた

庭園は蔓草と虎杖に埋まり
草の中から木が噴き出して
枝扇のように空にひろがり
その枝から廃屋の眼窩を見
黒い窓の目が追う彼方の坂
喉を鳴らすような機構の音
緑の闇を縫うて水銀の遁走

I ring my bell and race down the steep slope.
Through the overhanging branches, light spills in patches across the road.
At the bottom of the steep descent, I stop my bike, twist my body, and glance over my shoulder. I notice an abandoned house hidden among the trees on the high ground. Rows of black windows stare down at me.

A dull gleam of silver wheels flickered in and out among the trees.
Something swift, tracing an arc as it ran.
Where the moss-colored stone wall curved.
A person watching me from the shadows.
A shadow like a bruise fell across that person's cheek.
I always saw only his/her back.

The abandoned house's garden was buried in vines and Japanese knotweed.
A single tree grew up from the grass, its branches spreading like a fan into the sky.
I perched on one of those branches, watching the windows of the abandoned house, like eye sockets.
Below the black, eye-like windows lay a steep slope.
The sound of a mechanism, like a throat clearing, echoed, and mercury fled, weaving through the green darkness.


velo

Enciende tu luz

Made for the haiku challenge 615 of Naviar records.

reminding me not to forget a toad goes out to the verdant world

by: Fusae Fubasami

Fusae Fubasami (1914–2014) was a Japanese poet from Tokyo. In 1944, she became associated with Dakotsu Īda and the haiku journal Unmo (雲母), later joining Yatsuka Ishihara’s group Aki (“Autumn”) in 1961.

More informations about haiku challenge:
https://www.naviarrecords.com/haiku-music-challenge/

To the verdant world (naviarhaiku615)

Sampling with the Tascam CD VT1 & Voice & Beats...

NaLos!

My submission for Naviar Haiku Challenge #615. More on Naviar Haiku here: https://www.naviarrecords.com/haiku-music-challenge/

Field recordings by Felix Blume via freesound.org under Creative Commons 0 license.

Elixir of Memory Toad - naviarhaiku615

light room

andante fragile

diary is a container for my spontaneous and emotional electronic music. it is a mirror of my momentary mood and thoughts. I try to stay simple and pure, just recording my improvisations, using hardware devices like strega (make noise), neutron (behringer), arturia keystep pro, korg minilogue xd, preen fm2, roland p-6, behringer edge etc. The moment matters. Stay imperfect and fresh ! Enjoy!

andante fragile

martin kratochwil diary

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