Jo..It's natural bewitching beyond..mind blow..

deep very deep ...is that an archetype thing..?

horse wherever no horse did roam..the depth of unconscious the collective too..our inheritance.

Summer's End

Hermitage Castle At Dusk

V-Life is not in Vain

'my love'
https://www.instagram.com/one.man.verity.show/reel/C4reGikusR2/

Times have been hard on you and I.
Our blinds have been drawn blocking out the sunshine.
Let's pull them up and let's see what we may find.
For I need your love, you'll always have mine.
My love. You're my love. 

I'm mesmerized by your beauty and your mind.
Still, after these years, I'm amazed that you're mine.
Especially after my mistakes and selfish times.
I must hold on to you for you are divine.

my love

Band 4

Chrome City Fusion

Who doesn't know the feeling of being completely burnt out when nothing works anymore? Then I recommend therapy from Dr. Saskia Goethals. 
Thank you for this song Saskia.


Dub Addict feat.Saskia Goethals (remix)

Afro-funk II

method: sound sources (field recording, flute and jazz drums vst, voice) and recording and morphing devices (zoom H2, behringer swing, samplitude)
narration: the cycle ON PRINTING deals with projection, representation and the like. it consists of six poems: rubble - horse - relic - spawn - banner- offset. this poem sonified is horse and horse alone.
image: copyright jo richter
Poem (as published in
A Single Loop of Fortunes) /
copyright jo richter:


their fingers touched the stone
and they felt the horse within:
this is horse-stone, their fingertips agreed

their eyes touched the clay
and they felt the horse within:
this is horse-clay, their views agreed

their fingers melted stone and clay
following the shapes without:
this is a horse-place, their minds agreed

you feel them rear and neigh
when you approach through the dark:
this is a horse-place, the cavern agreed

modern man wonders, awed
by the image where never a horse did roam:
is this art or an ancient act of ancient creed?

horse

horse - on printing 2/6

The Lantern Fouling the Brittle Air, Listening to the Dog and the Echo

Soundscape for All Saints' Church, Martock, Somerset. Poem written and performed by Lucy Jago. Chorister Ivo Clark. Mixed by Jake Jackson Air Studios. Recordings all taken in and around the church including sounds of the congregation, hymn, organ and prayer.  Field recordings taken on Somerset Levels include starling murmuration, booming bittern, water fowl at dawn, contact mics in the sweet track bog and hydrophones in Noah's Lake.

Soundscape Everything That Has Breath

POETRY IS VITAL

This threshold space exists for those who feel like listening to some of my quite professional poetry embedded in rather amateurishly recorded but judiciously arranged sound, a modicum of purely acoustic work notwithstanding.  Fortunately, some other artists have also transformed the symbolic expression of my words into the tangible beauty of real songs and soundscapes - just listen to Sympoetic Ultrasounds: https://soundcloud.com/sonic-textures/sets/sympoetic-ultrasounds !

SOUND, SPACE AND TIME

Tend your listening senses gently. Even though my general approach welcomes and embraces lo-fi concepts like the precision of spontaneously occuring imprecisions, headphones worth their membranes are recommended - unless you like your sounds flat, mangled, battered and helpless. You don't, do you? Be kind to these soundscapes.

STRUCTURING IMPULSE

Due to the nature of "poetry soundscapes", your listening expectations regarding traditionally structured "songs", sonically purified "raw wildlife soundscapes", keyboard-laden "ambient recordings" or voice-centered "readings" might not be met. You will find some of those in my list of /likes/. "Noise" is a recurring structural element like any other. This is what this sounds like - within its own rights, limitations, tangents and interconnections. Sonic structures. Silent stretches. Poetry emerges from the gaps between the ruts, seeps in from the undergrowth, sweeps down.

CARVING, CHISELLING, KNEADING, MORPHING

A quick glance into my toolshed rests on Zoom recorders, Samplitude software and a dizzying array of diverse sonic machinery. After all, sound is one way my poems know to materialize - insolently shapeshifting, indelibly greening into the cultural real.

LARGE AND SMALL GIFTS

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Small Gifts

the less to remember, the more to listen
gifts from the ice age reverberate
a simple story, a forest, a coastline
entangled in silence, one starts to relate
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In case you have read up to this point, you might be a sonic creator yourself. May I ask you for a helping ear? Above, there is a tiny poem of mine that I do not understand how to translate into sound. If you do - please act on it. It is a matter of common decency, of course, to keep the title (Small Gifts) and to credit the lyrics to me (jo richter). And please do notify me of your version via a soundcloud message. One bewilderingly beautiful version crafted by mono-lux has already gone public, as well as an amazing version by cthonicist.  You'll find both in my playlist Sympoetic Ultrasounds. This is just a small gift, not a challenge - life already has more than enough of those on offer, doesn't it? Treat it this way.

POETRY IS VITAL
sound, space and time
structuring impulse
carving, chiselling, kneading, morphing
large and small gifts
poetry is vital

GENERAL POLICY regarding the use of LIKES, REPOSTS and FOLLOWS:
I like what I like and want to hear again.
I only repost what I've had a hand in creating.
I follow when I see directions or arrivals I like, not when followed (though I might peek in to get an idea of what your sounds are about). I have set myself a limit of accounts I follow not to be all too overwhelmed. Not following does therefore not mean I do not appreciate what you contribute to the enjoyments of soundcloud.
Do not expect other behaviour from me.
(jo richter)

horse - on printing 2/6

sonic structures and silent stretches

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