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2023-04-26: Middle Ages Brewing

Lenta chordis

Material recorded over several months in numerous locations. All radio wave and/or glitches and malfunctions of recievers and software. Part one of 5 composed today.

Radio Polytope 1

Another collaboration between Khan and Nic.

Title/Shaman
Vocals, song & lyrics/Khan https://soundcloud.com/khan20233202
Beat, mix & prod/Nic

lyric
She called me a shaman 
She called me a shaman 
I asked you Why? 
She called me a shaman 
I asked you Why? 
You are crystal clear
She called me a shaman 
I asked you Why?

That’s so funny ,
but I like it
but I like it
but I like it
but I like it

Birds sing me a song
Birds bring me love
Birds sing me a song
Birds bring me love

She called me a shaman 
She called me a shaman 
I asked you Why? 
She called me a shaman 
I asked you Why? 
You are crystal clear
She called me a shaman 
I asked you Why?

but I like it
but I like it
but I like it
but I like it

I feel happy 
I think of you
I feel happy in the morning
I think of you
I feel happy in the morning
I think of you

彼女は私をシャーマンと呼んだ
どうして？私は聞いた
とっても澄んで明晰だから
おもしろいね
でもそれ好きだよ
鳥が私に歌う
鳥が愛を運んでくれる
朝に幸せを感じる
あなたを考える

Shaman

Khan

Shaman [khan & nic]

Spirits

method: Sending back and forth, reworking and creating in collaboration with re-evolution café orchestra who composed all the music and played all the instruments. To enjoy more, listen here:  https://soundcloud.com/re-evolution_cafe. Apart from the poem, I added field recordings and partook in the editing.
narration: I live in a region that is home to some space industry – more importantly however, this region is also home to marvellous nature. This poem is nourished by many concepts and theories, most notably the colonial ideology of space as the „new frontier“ as well as Whiteheads „fallacy of misplaced concreteness“ and Nagel‘s thoughts expressed in „What is it like to be a bat“. It is also fed by the human-tamed beauty of reed landscapes around lake Federsee which can be seen in the photo I took.

gedicht / copyright jo richter:

welch unvorstellbare macht
muss die masse im erdkern
beleben, das wasser, die erde,
die wurzeln sicher zu halten

zu wahren, die landschaftsfalten
wie eine große gebärde
ins weltall zu richten, das fern
sternlicht um sternlicht entfacht

des tags wuchert das grün
höher und höher empor
bis der wind braune samen
biosphärenweit streut

welch wuchskraft, die sich nicht scheut
sich bis zum astralen
zu wenden aus schwarztiefem moor,
anarchisch und kühn

so müsse auch mensch sich recken,
heißt es, sich loszulösen,
zu den sternen zu streben,
geballte planetenmassen

mit erdensproßsinnen zu fassen,
sich aus den symbiosen zu heben
und seine bedürfnisblößen
xenobiotisch zu decken

welch trugschluss, den leib
dort zu bewegen, wo geist
sich angleicht und fragt: wie
ist es, so zu erleben

die saat darf und muss schweben,
sich aus massewucht lösen, die
sie hielt, doch wie weit sie auch reist,
das schilf, das sie treibt, verbleibt



interlinear rendition:
reeds at lake federsee // what incomprehensible power / has to inspire the mass in earth‘s core/ to hold, to keep the water, the earth / and the roots securely // the folds of the landscape / akin to a giant gesture / directed into the cosmos which lights / star after star in the distance // during the day, the lush green rises / higher and higher / until the wind distributes brown seeds / across the biosphere // what power of growth, not hesitating / to turn towards the stars / from the black deep of the moor / anarchic, courageous // thus man would have to strech as well / people say, to loosen their ties / per aspera ad astra / to measure dense planet masses // with earth-grown senses / detach themselves from symbioses / and cover their bare and many needs / with xenobiosis // what a fallacy of misplaced concreteness to move the body / where the mind adapts and queries / what it is like / to experience like that // mind‘s pollen may and will hover / free itself from the power of mass which / had held it but however far it will travel /  the reed that grows it remains where it is //

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