figyel rám,
és megkísért
rejtekéből előbújva
megszületik
újra meg újra

...mit is látok
itt a képen...?
angyalok járják a környéket

vártalak

what is really going on right now?
i cannot deal with this (??)

demo_folio:

i'm thinking...
what is right?
what is wrong?

the ambivalence let me
t-- kill
what is right
what is wrong
what is me?
what is not

demo_ambivalence:1

8000ev

lyrics_input: 
"az életigenlés parafrázisai,
de-esztétizált környezetben is
rejtett értéket képviselnek.
mint dia, váltakozik fejben a képsor.
még ha torzul is, a fény-arány,
a kontraszttal önmagába nyúl.
felejts el mindent! mi visszahúz.
féltett magányodban...
közös jelen, közös tér.
mind egymagad vagy... s magad, mind..."
text_language: "hungarian"
unicode: "utf-8"
voice_source: "text-to-speech"

az életigenlés parafrázisai (noise end)

kerofinઆ888

tRiStRed•̷̕͢͝͞҉҉̸̶̴̶̧̛͢͟͡t•̷̕͢͝͞҉҉̸̶̴̶̧̛͢͟͡_         w MA'AM

And so we begin with the first letter of the Futhark, leitmotif of all positivetheological hyperabundance, the solar font of affirmation without end, poetry absent negation, as the Godhead pours itself out into the world by necessity, a screaming yes-to-life in all its splendour and violence!
ᚠ Archaic of the English “dizzy”—Disig—written in a state of ongoing frenzy and disorientation, is a work of apocalyptic Folk Musick addressed to the horrors of fascism and war, whose sole demand is the reorganisation of the world such that the thought-forms of totality become obsolete by which the elimination of entire categories of people become thinkable.
To orient the listener away from the pathologies of totalitarian politics, whose mode of relation works only towards the identification of a common enemy, and never the humanity of difference woven in dialogue between an Iċ and a Ðu.
ᚠ Disig’s persona—The Blód Ælf—works as a pathfinder leading a bewildered audience into a clearing wherein one might bear witness to the majesty of palingenetic dawn: but not in the mode of a reanimation of the dead, the iteration of a timeless past, here again in its immutable brutality, its sad hierarchies and taboos resurrected once more. Instead the coming into being of the singularity of the new, both determined ontologically by that by which it is thrown, yet free existentially to make its own destiny.
ᚠ What is a Tree? An Acorn. What is a Woman? A large gamete production pathway. Such is the concept of cyclical time to be overthrown—wherein the (re)born would remain identical with that understood to reside in its Origin; a metaphysics, archetypically Platonic, wherein a fantasy of purity and transcendence comes to constitute the unchanging standard by which we are measured.
ᚠ Our journey reaches its conclusion in our arrival at the Órspring, where what is unveiled as our truest nature is precisely our own non-identity—our simultaneous being-from and differing-from that which is prior, which precedes us; our biography, our genealogy, our sex and our soil. The waters of this wellspring in which we bathe, perpetually overflowing, always and never the same, unveil Being, at root, as alterity in identity—identity in alterity—such that we may remain strangers to ourselves, and that our investigation as to ‘who we are’ will end where it began—in aporia.
ᚠ The only Órlæg is that there is none: the law is vanquished and Wyrd is ours to weave.

CIX - 1 - Clitor's Eye (Single)

“Healer” is a 14 track compilation by new names and fresh faces of the Hungarian electronic music scene. 

For the wounds you tend to hide. Heal thyself. 

music by @pyylen
artwork by Gergő Kovács at Nufolklore
mastered by Roland Nagy aka Fausto Mercier

www.instagram.com/nufolklore

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sampling, singing, warping, twinning

demo_ambivalence:1

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