Hier sind Kooperationen mit Musikern auf Soundcloud zu finden. In den meisten Fällen stammen die Texte von mir, Ausnahmen sind unten beschrieben.
This playlist will be populated with more 'collabs' each time they come about.  It is an overwhelming joy to see my words honoured by sonic renditions produced by these great and wonderful artists. 
In Hawk Caught a Rabbit the magnificent lyrics are by Jeff and I just added little quibs in between. In the Administrational Heart only the first two sections of lyrics are by me. For Équinoxe-moi and Around the Bend, Wivresse and I swapped poems and sonified each other's work. Concatenandus, Small Gifts, Trilobite Quandary and The Passing are open collaborations in which you can still participate. The title for 'the wolf in me ....' was made by Mark from the Re-evolution Café Orchestra,  replacing the poem's original title Aeglaeca. With Amanita Muscaria and Know Ware, I only held roles far in the background of gestation, but Jeff and Terry and everyone else were kind enough to give me a honourable mention. Thank you, brothers and sisters in sound. The complete adventure of the Land of Zed story is out now on Bandcamp: https://thesmokingtrout.bandcamp.com/album/land-of-zed The E-bow Dao is unique in that Jeff's music came first and inspired my words. Later, the same course of composition came about with sun state, earth people, flying. Windover Hill by mono-orbit (former mono-lux) layers the words of my poem of the same name with those of a ballad by Maria Cunningham. Hanno has undergone some additional cleaning and enhancing at Rollo C's (muterial's) place. With the Holy Dumpling, I've only added some percussion. Adam was so generous as to allow me to add to his amazing originals Harmony and My Orders Never Came; the lyrics are all his on these two ...  just like Jeff's on Anthology .... where I had the honour of adding some sound into the mix. Would you go has some collaborators intentionally not named. KooJaa is all Kirk's invention, just rhe words and some of the voice are mine. At the moment, Vermillion Syncretism is taking shaoe in the studio of the Furico Music Team.

Sympoetic Ultrasounds

sonic structures and silent stretches (longest playlist name ever)

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Collaboration between Mono-Lux and poet Jo Richter (Sonic Structures and Silent Stretches)
@sonic-textures
Poem and conception by Jo Richter with narration and sounds by Mono-Lux - created between Dec 2021 and Jan 2022

“narcoleptic somnambules
consumers of hot summer dates
here’s another post hypnotic trigger
implanted by that giggly jingle
dance the transsomatic landfills
dance the cisapocalyptic skies
dance the tarmac, dance volcanic
dance the lord and dance the flies

narcoleptic somnambules
lost mnemonic virtuals
here’s another transtraumatic flipper
sponsored by your self-parenting guide
dance the cleptotronic chromosphere
dance the micro plastic surge
dance the trolley, dance the alley
dance chromatic, dance your urge

narcoleptic somnambules
purveyors of emoji eyes
here’s another sonoclastic ripper
tearing up with bluetooth kites
dance the thanocultic road code
dance the toxins pressed in shists
dance pollution, dance profusion
dance the hit and dance the missed”

The Gallery

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This is the second collaboration between Mono-lux and the poet Jo Richter A.K.A. Sonic Structures and Silent Stretches
@sonic-textures
Poem and conception by Jo Richter with narration and sounds by Mono-Lux - created Jan/Feb 2022

“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”

Small Gifts

Collaboration with "sonic structures and silent stretches"!!

<< Poetry >>
it‘s not like
she doesn‘t understand
what this silence
around her
is for

after all
there‘s this desire
feeding meditaton industries
monetizing inner calm
awareness

each human being
a kettle about to boil over
spill watery, bubbly, glittering marbles
sweet nothings kept for
nobody‘s sake

each mind‘s mouthpiece
a pressure valve, vibrating
under strain not to let off steam
verbosely explode
right nto her face

she still wouldn‘t mind
for this audience of roaring silences
to turn a listening ear
towards her artistic endeavours
every now and then

Poetry

The Silent Treatment (collab with sonic structures and silent stretches)

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This is the third collaboration between Mono-lux and the poet Jo Richter @sonic-textures… enjoy

Poetry is Vital
sound space and time
structuring impulse
carving chiselling kneading morphing
large and small gifts

Poem and conception by Jo Richter
Narration and sounds by Mono-Lux

Vital

Guitar: Ingvar Tautra, There is no Regrets Big Enough 
Ingvar Tautra's track is protected by a creative commons license - please check there: https://soundcloud.com/agnosturaelwar/there-is-no-regrets-big-enough
He is generous enough to allow me to use his track with my poem. Thank you!
Narration: I wrote this poem nearly thirty years ago, embroiled in all the aftermath messiness of a split-up. It was first published in a collection of poetry  bearing a line of this poem in the title that was published under the pen-name 'sonogara' which I had used during that period - three copies sold ;-)

Lyrics / copyright jo richter:

Tjost

sie, in seide gehüllt
blüte um blüte um blatt
ihr stolz hat wolken gestillt
die sind nun müde und matt

er, aus höllen empört
von glut im kometenkranz
und plasmaströmen genährt
halb loh, halb zunder, halb glanz

noch tanzen roh die säbel
noch rast ein loser sturm
verschlungen hängen nebel
im windschnitt hinterm turm

Tjost - with guitar by Ingvar Tautra

method: vst, mainly, and balabolka TTS - until Jeff plucked his guitar into that magic pedal .... I had to dumb the upload down from wav to mp3 to make soundcloud accept it.

narration: you might be familiar with the lyrics - yes, this is the very poem you have heard on Hakan's Shuffle in a different setting ;-)

image: copyright jo richter (using elements photographed on a theatre in Budapest in 2009)

Poem / copyright Jeff Gardiner and jo richter:

in the nick of time
he gave in to dissent
for the mute perceptive mime
manically made him raise his head and unmaimed hand in mine

praise the unerring rebellion
in subconsentious unison
the empty shells of every single silly little thing
ahh, the knell, the bells, fashioned from our fathers’ coral vaults

selling out, shelling round, all around in disarray
vainly making everybody wane and wade into the fray
with withered, bamboo-watered canes - - - fracking shist
where our homes are still purported to exist

while scattered scraps of all things past, scantily, scantily clad,
protrude and flutter in the wind, strained and restrained by the net
of pleasant pleas - and subltleties are colors bright and crude -
watch the Mad Hatter's stint unwind in minor keys -
i thought that that - that hat that sat so squat- was you

at the academy of sovereignty
where massive piles of bones and crows
dominate the dark demeanor of the distant
tears of laughter, tears of loudly lovin’ laughter, that's exactly what we're after

in the purple land of diffidence
buying purple brands of pale deliverance
in the hidden forgotten region, religion
where forgetting – like neglecting - is an optional behavior
and of course, everybody's carcass, corpse keeps looking for a savior

down by the trodden, the unsavoury sovereign shouted
raw with the rotten game of galactic gallows and thrones
ah the one and only poet of starvation
standing in the market of used emotion

endless aisles, end base piles of sadness
masters mean and dirty and their slaves
bargain bins of binary longing, belonging, unrequited love
there’s a sale on betrayal - two for a dollar and three for none

thought i saw a broken bit of joy that once belonged to me
Though when i had it, it was absolutely free
Now they're askin’ fifty, literally frivolous dollars--

mother of deception of the self
see me on my knees, subordinate
to her immaculate calamity
that has transactional realities cooperate
under towers dark with blinded blinds
of my infantile infinity--

i asked my shadow: would she follow me
like a puppy with a crush, herself a pet invertebrate,
to inclinations more persian, more parisian than her will or mine
where i might find a package deal on Love -

on the moon, it read in slowly moving neon letters -
shadows neither show nor speak concerning primal matters!
no, said I, shadows squall and squeal and squeak

drinking gin on the rocks is not that bad at all
since it became impossible to find an Avacado
or my favorite alcohol
just don't answer when she fails to call-

kung tze in the subway car

Kung Tze in the Subway Car - with stonerjazz

method: minilogue xd, zoom r12, swiss german voice leni on magix hub, samplitude

narration: at my age, it might be time to pretend to know about personal panic modes ;-)

image: panikhase on the minilogue, copyright jo richter



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poem / copyrght jo richter:

der panikhase in trance und ekstase

im wirbel der grünen, der gelben, der roten

der panikhase hat dreizehn pfoten

die batterien sind schwupps geliehen

der panikhase hat schon verziehen

die elektrische spinne der zehntausend sinne

der panikhase in trance und ekstase

interlinear translation: the panic rabbit // the panic rabbit in trance and exstasy / in a whirlwind of the green, the yellow, the red / the panic rabbit has thirteen paws / the natteries are borrowed, just like that / the panic rabbit has already been absolved / the electric spider has ten thousand senses / the panic rabbit in trance and extasy

panikhase

I am overjoyed to partake in sounds beautiful:
https://youtu.be/1TnalFltP_Q?si=VidMVZ9VDKGZiNUm  by Dan and
https://stonerjazz.bandcamp.com/album/up-up-out by Jeff.

Jeff also gifted me a visiting role on his previous album: 
https://stonerjazz.bandcamp.com/album/quintessential

On his bandcamp page, Jeff points out: "This is the page where you can give some monetary support to me and the StonerJazz experiment."

.... and here is my own test account:
https://sonicstructuresandsilentstretches.bandcamp.com/track/eliza

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.

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)