A phrase I hadn't come across until reading Gary McMahon's blog (and now i hear it all the time).  A song about remaining stoic in the face of it all.

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Sing out your sad parade
Storm out the barricades
Lifting up heavyweights
Everything's different someday

Everything's coming up gold
If you squint at the world
You can sleep with your eyes half closed
If there's nothing inside your soul

Hanging on to let go
Hanging on to let go

Nothing will ever be normal
Hoping the wind it won't change
Put on old shoes
Call out your blues
Put on your resting bitch face

Nothing will ever be old
Feeling alright in the rain
Slip on old shoes
Call out old blues
Put on your resting bitch face

Nothing will ever be normal
Hoping the wind it won't change
Put on old shoes
Call out your blues
Just put on your resting bitch face..

Resting Bitch Face

Marco Lucchi : organ, bowed monochord, Blofeld synthesizer and Mellotron
Henrik Meierkord : cello and fx

18 marzo 2021

* to those who are gone *

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petit rien

The project is a collaboration with Jan Exner @exner from 2016. We divided the poem "Aufbruch" into six parts. With music and sounds Jan created a fascinating acoustic imagery. Lets go ⇢

Jan Exner : Guitar / Synths / Mix / Production
Karin Tarabochia: Text / Voice / Image



Aufbruch
1 
Aufbruch! Was war, fällt ab. Knöpf’ meinen Kragen auf.
 Zieh’ die Weste aus, an der noch Land hängt. Warte ab.  
Was klammert, saugt, in Zaum hält, bröckelt und springt. 
Mein Schneckenloch, mein Honigfuß, mein Schritt ins Leere  
und endlich Fall, Bruch, Sturz … und Landen!

Departure. What was, falls off. Unbutton my collar.
Take off the vest with land still hanging on it. Wait.
What clings, sucks, bridles, (now) crumbles and cracks.
My snail hole, my honey foot, my step into the void …
And finally fall, break, plunge ... and landing!

2 
Neubeginn verschieben, unendlich lang?
 Das Ende aufzäumen, und den Anfang aufspüren? 
Erfüllung vorwegnehmen?
 
Postpone a new beginning, infinitely long? 
Bridling the end and tracking down the beginning? 
Anticipate fulfillment?

3 
Schnipp’ die Leine durch, lass Haus und Hof 
und was ich schuf, rollt durch den Kopf. 
Dreh' mich aus dem Schleiertanz.
Spann' meinem Wagen andere Pferde –  
höher geht’s und weiter!
Sonnenfahrt!  Der Täuschung abschwören - 
Wütend platzt mein Innerstes und gibt frei: 
Anemone, Traumpferd, das ein Holzbein schwingt.
 Am goldenen Wagen im Sturmwind treiben –  
den Füßen fehlt Boden, den Händen fehl'n Sprossen. 
Nichts da, nur Lederhaut an Sohlen und Schwielen.

Snap the leash, leave house and yard
and what I created rolls through my head.
Turn me out of the veil dance.
Bring other horses to my carriage -
Higher it goes and further! Sun trip!
Renounce deception -
Enraged my innermost bursts and releases:
Anemone, dream horse swinging a wooden leg.
Floating on the golden chariot in the storm
and the feet are missing ground, the hands are missing rungs,
nothing there, just leather skin on the soles and calluses.

4
Träume meinen Flusslauf vom Anfang zum Ende
und schwimme zurück, dorthin wo ich bin.  
Fisch sein! Springen! Am Ufer lachen sie
und manchmal hält das Fischmaul die Trommel an  
und hört Sirenen singen.

Dream my river from the beginning to the end
and swim back to where I am.
Being fish. Leaping. On the bank they laugh.
Sometimes the fish's mouth stops the drum,
hears sirens singing.

5 
Wir müssen diesen Platz verlassen,
so schnell wie möglich unsern Kopf vergessen,
 der benommen Geschichten schwatzt, vergisst.  
An Scheiben rinnen Tränen. 
Was befürchtet war, wird wahr, vergeht.  
Am Weg besteht, was ist.

Mich nicht messen an anderen, mich nicht missen! 
Nicht verkaufen, dem Anderssein weglaufen!  
Mich am Fluss einfinden, wer ich war, wer ich bin,
im Zwischenraum die Zwischenfrau. 
Den Mädchentraum beenden,
den Zeitraum größer drehen und kleiner,
 Schritte sehen, die fest am Boden.
Ich war weg und komme wieder.

We have to leave this place,
as soon as possible forget our head 
who gossips stupid stories and forgets. 
Tears run down the panes. 
What was feared will come true and pass. 
On the way persists what is.

Not compete with others, not miss me,
not sell myself, nor run away from being different.
Find myself by the river, who I was, who I am,
in the interspace the interwoman.
End the girl's dream, turn the period bigger and smaller,
See footsteps firmly on the ground. 
I was gone and I'll be back.

6 
Lass’ mich nicht hängen und bis zum letzten Tag warten, 
bis ich mein Blut abgebe und mein Gesicht sich ins Tuch drückt.
Nicht bücken und suchen, mich zwischen Spuren verfluchen. 
Das Ziel sehen, nahe bei mir:  
Ich bin Traube. Ich bin Straße. Ich bin Mensch.

Not leave me hanging, waiting until the last day,
until I give up my blood and press my face into the cloth.
Not bend down and search, curse myself between tracks.
See the goal, close to me: I am grape, I am street, I'm human.

4 Träume meinen Flusslauf (eXner / Augenmerk)

A month or so ago I did a remix of a wonderful track by Ughten... but there was something missing so have been mucking around for a little while and came up with this version. Here is some info on Ughten......
Ughten is collaboration between two friends Chase Rockwell and Electric Supply Station.
A friendship spanning 25 years built on music, dancing and confusing the minds of people we meet.
Ughten is created by the simple melodies and ideas crafted by Electric Supply Station being torn apart and reimagined by Chase Rockwell.
Collaboration with no limits.

Great fun to work with, big thanks for asking me onboard. You can find them here.... https://soundcloud.com/user-682883093

Similarity of Uniqueness by Ughten ..Remix#2 by No Mates

Composed, arranged, performed, and produced by
Carlos Vivanco
https://youtu.be/7fUSqOi-Upw

Memorable Dreams

Another one inspired by the great Terence McKenna.
Samples from here:
https://psychedelicsalon.com/members/terence-mckenna-sound-bites/

noxpox - reality is a naive concept

Please also check out the amazing video S.A.D. by https://soundcloud.com/maria-korporal based on my sonopoem of the same title here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ssaa5BmxyIQ 

Always more often a few walk this planet affected by S.A.D. while around us light euphoria for nothing or ill-concealed detachment stand out.
There is a human-environment attunement to hurt. 

Sonopoetry and field recording in Washington 2019 by https://soundcloud.com/ilaria_boffa 
Pic 2019 Potomac river by IB
S.A.D., seasonal affective disorder

The Lucio Battisti's cover 'Nessun Dolore' (No Pain) recorded at George Washington University is performed by the i-Talians band during the NeMLA Conference 'Writing in a Different Language'. Check i-Talians the Band work here: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCjgTJK0xFoiFzpXvqDmEJTw 

poem S.A.D. by IB

'Before long it will turn up.
The dividing line of the light. 
In this epoch, humans
and environment alike are
disordered. We suffer from
a mutual attunement to hurt.

An affective relationship 
often hidden, that keeps a few
unrest and vigilant.
Our own interdependence 
models the rationale of being 
inseparable.

And so it happens that
natural elements share hints
for they see into your intentions.
Their syntax transposes 
fervour and agony. Unrepentant 
I write mine.'

S.A.D.

n o x p o x

An artist must be open to the muse. The greater the artist, the more he is open to “cosmic currents.” He has to behave as he does. If he has “the courage to be an artist,” he is committed to behave as the mood possesses him. . . .

The price an artist pays for doing what he wants is that he has to do it.

Pair with Patti Smith’s account of Burroughs’s advice to the young and his cameo in the love letters of Allen Ginsberg and Peter Orlovsky.

noxpox - reality is a naive concept

noxpox (page 5)