loki my friegn

just for now, just to be good,
won’t you close your eyes 
and listen to a story?

prose from 'The Haunting of Hill House' by Shirley Jackson

Her Cup Of Stars

Mattock

Empire and rebellion lead to the same destination.  Maybe we shouldn't let ourselves be so well-informed?  Maybe we shouldn't let ourselves be so global.  While you cast your superhuman gaze across the planet, who's dying right next to you?  Is it someone you love?  Do you love anyone real?  If you're a revolutionary - what is it you're fighting for?  Is it working?  What do you want to see in the world to come?  Many philosophies fail the test of being in any way valuable to know.  I wish I didn't know as much about them as I do, personally.

Indux

Five Spine

the tools used to make cosmos are so violent; it's rare that one is used gently, or with any restraint at all, because the vastness of infinity seems like such a license

Tender Use ov Zoi

Happiness Tundra is the given name of a girl whose parents both died many years before she was born. She grew to know them as well as she could from taped messages they left for her, assuring her that they loved her, but by the time she was old enough to comprehend their spoken language, the concept of love was alien to her. Though she lives a very long life - far longer than most - she never speaks directly to another sentient being; her relationship with her computer is complex and nuanced, however, yet it isn't itself a very advanced machine. She does, even so, know great happiness, and is very adept at flying.  She flies very fast - not like a bird, but like an eye roving over a map, stopping abruptly at something, darting away immediately.


Happiness Tundra

.aiff; electric harmonium, tone generator

SpaceGlass

a cover of the music for Syd's 'wolfpack': sing along!

Wolfpack music 3

Second Summoning

The Tree of Life Feeds on the Corpses of our Beloved Dead / Let's Dance

Hel will keep what she has a bit longer, I'm afraid

Deth ov Baldr

Deth Ov Baldr

While asleep it's possible to dream that outside this shell of papery skin there are only stars, everlasting.

Crysalis

<>>>>>>
the empty shells surrounding the deep love
END EMPIRE

taRka: a process, a place
a collaborative project
by Myrh : Mariam Zohra D
poetry/song/visual arts
@myrhyum @myrhyummy @tariqa-kali
> https://tarka1.bandcamp.com/
> https://mariam-zohra-d.my.canva.site/portfolio#home

great appreciation to a
network of enchanted,
conscious music,
enabling me to weave
a poetry of resilience.
journeying to mystic places,
reflection, projected in waves of rhythm.
feeling home in melodies
made of new and old.
paintings to spark the soul.

This space is proudly shared with
VIA DE ACCESO
@viadeacceso
& NEUROLOGICK THUNDER RKDZ. 
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