nice track! I like your stéréo effects!

Danke. Es freut mich, dass das Werklein der Könnern gefällt.

down I go deeper into the archive, fascinated.:)

Method: Sampling
Narration: The "wild man" in nature is a recurring motive in older literature. This wikipedia entry describes the phenomenon and the naming: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lailoken

Lyrics / copyright jo richter
(as published in: a single loop of fortunes):

since - in a dream – all my insides have been removed from me
and all that now remains is but a cloak, a hollow cavity,
this hulk of mine - persisting – is pure sensitivity
and nothing else – I listen to the minds surrounding me -

I feel the winds grow in the west and shake in every gust
and minor mood - tremors move my emptiness, heaping dust
in leaps and whirls around this moving corpse – all nature‘s lust
to propagate and bloom and all its greed and fear and trust

do strive to break my empty shell and fill it up anew
with strange concerns and with bewilderment – and yet, all through
this all-perceptive tanglement my sense of self prevails,
this eye remains, this sense of touch and all that it entails -

as though this nothingness that silently within me grew
was but a dream, had been a dream – and nothing else -

Lailoken

A mediocre song about being mediocre 😎

Mediocrity drives you mad  (ver  VIII).m4a

Just a snack/intermezzo (perhaps I'll start a cafeteria). An experiment from the kitchen, finding new recipes.

Backingtrackish

Screaming From Within

Sweat Paraza (A4)

Avantgarde organ. Get 100 digital singles for 70 euro at https://weirdscenesinsidethegoldmine.bandcamp.com/ and enjoy poetry and music.

"Piece For Organ"

A Warm Spring Afternoon

The melody and chord pattern were dreamed up in 1998, but the song has since undergone a rescue effort in 2024.

The song was originally called "Suzy Suicide," and I must admit it was a serious lyric missfire.  The title was also a little flippant.  I'm a mental health nurse these days, and upon re-visiting this I felt a strong need to change the lyric altogether. It does however still refer to something in a potentially similar vein, in my wanting to stay at least a little close to where the song was originally, with respect being high up, with a potential drop on the cards.  The first line is the only line from the original 1998 lyric.

In any case the original story was about someone leaping from the top of a building, only to change their mind halfway down, but is now about the activities of people like James Kingston, and other free climbers. The new lyric also takes some inspiration from Phillipe Petit in the same regard, thinking about some of the things he said about his harness-free tight rope walk atop the Twin Towers (World Trade Centre), effectively saying that such a passing, due to a fall from the wire, were it to have occurred, would have been a beautiful last moment of life.

In any case the lyric is pulling from those people, I suppose individuals who don't feel their cogs moving unless they're amid rather extreme experiences, without which, I suppose, they don't particularly feel connected to life. Such things turn my stomach, but I suppose, for some people, being on the brink of something like that makes them feel alive.

Anyway, that's what I was shooting at, however, it's quite esoteric, as far as lyrics go, and could easily mean some other odd thing to someone else.

Seems it took me 26 years to finish this one! 🤣

Lyrics

Climbing up the staircase
A few floors left to go
Time to end the chase
Feels like I’m nearly home
When I get to the top
I’ll find some space and time
I’ll step into a portal
Reach the other side

I feel the earth, it’s pull
It’s lure feels stronger than a fire in the cold, yeah
won’t cover too much distance,
if I glide below
If I slipped it might feel like dreaming
And give me some new lifetime
Within a few short seconds
I might feel some kind of lifeline

There’s nothing here inside
No signals just my vital signs of life
Signs I don’t recognise
Nothing is clear behind these darkened eyes
But signs of life below
Some sign of other worlds that I could know
If just inside my mind
Some sign of light to brighten up these eyes
Some sign of life

I didn’t miss the news
But seems I’m none the wiser
It suits my tranquil solitude
The drum of nonsurvivors
They say don’t look down
But that just blunts emotion
I’m petrified but energised
Life could be over, just that notion!

I’m captured by an epic view
my gorgeous guiding spirit
The lights all twinkle down below
Their sparkle so explicit
I feel a surge beneath my feet
A foot forward, but I'm stable
I’m gonna trust the air I feel
I’m slipping free from all my labels

There’s nothing here inside
No signals just my vital signs of life
Signs I don’t recognise
Nothing is clear behind these darkened eyes
But signs of life below
Some sign of other worlds that I could know
If just inside my mind
Some sign of light to brighten up these eyes
Some sign of life

Signs Of Life (1998 / 2024)

Black Mirror

what if machine

Under the beech tree II

Asymptote

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)

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