anorher chronological album: copyright for all poems, sounds and images by jo richter, exceot for'psalms' which shares credits and copyright with jeff gardiner

fluid foreboding

verdandi

Method: Reverb, hall and other effects … to move beyond  … beyond ….
Narration: Verdandi is braiding the black and white strains, the dark and bright light. She wishes she would not know which words pass through her hands. There she sits, near the root of the tree that is the world, next to the spring. She is aware that she is alive and not-alive and she drinks from the well without feeling thirsty. She has been weaving for a long time and will continue weaving for a long time, braiding the black and white strains.

Lyrics / copyright jo richter:

Die schwarzen und weißen Strähnen flicht
sie, das dunkle und helle Licht.
Ich wünschte, spricht sie, dass ich nicht
wüsste, was durch meine Hände spricht.

Am unteren Berg, nah der Wurzel,
da sitzt sie am Quellrand und webt.
Sie weiß, dass sie lebt und nicht lebt,
und sie trinkt ohne Durst aus dem Quell.

Seit wann? Seit urdenklichen Zeiten.
Wie lang? Noch unzählbare Zeit.
Die Fäden, sie reichen so weit,
sie würden Fremdhänden entgleiten:
Die schwarzen und weißen Strähnen flicht
sie, das dunkle und helle Licht.

verdandi

Verdandi

narration : an angel?  ha!  a putto!

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Angelus_Novus

and
 https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Theses_on_the_Philosophy_of_History

no words this time, just disbelief, moving backwards and forwards

this image: seen in march 2011 - and immediately photographed (look at the feet - this guy is not just playing hide and seek)

BTW: I had been thinking about an open collab .... it's been awhile .... but then again: disbelief is such a private and intimate thing .... still, if you want to work with a copy, just message me on soundcloud

putto (the incredibly extended version of an act of incredulity)

method: electronics of the diverse kind, seasoned with a fair amount of slowing-down; check the first and last letters of each line in sequence
narration: changes abound
image (copyright jo richter): every now and then, I am rediscovered by an unexpecting manifestation of a moebius loop (look in your own time and wonder whether this is what the ears of the universe look like)

poem / copyright jo richter:

theoretical reasoning
has never really been
as relatable as I
tend to ascertain although

that thing that

has inadvertently been lost
in oblivion coma trauma
negation exhaled in a sigh
gilding the unexplored caverns of thought

that thing

method: delay stacking and more such oddities
narration: what old people do, you know, this thing, remini - no, what is it called, resomething sensing, I guess, whatever
image: copyright jo richter

poem / copyright jo richter:

die straßenbahn spielt auf
den schienen,  hendrix, little wing
und sie, im umdreh'n, blickt stolz

in meinen haaren, sagt sie, verfängt
sich die seele, tröpfelt
heimwärts, ins meer

keine handfläche teilt
den himmel, schwarze
madonna aus tschernobyl

und autos, immer noch
autos, spielzeugklein
aus wolfsburg, -schanze

interlinear translation: wings // the tram plays hendrix, little wing / on the tracks and she / in turning, gives a bold glance // in my hair, she says, the / soul catches, drips / home into the sea // no palm of the hand serrates / the sky, black / madonna of chernobyl // und cars, cars still / as tiny as toys, made in / wolfsburg, - schanze  

wings - der schwarze-madonna-mix

method: there is so much static around, so much distortion -  sometimes things are just messed up, sometimes even actively screwed up - until, that is, until you listen with those other ears and remember that you still have a different set of senses beyond the panicking ones
narration: the poem is an older one about becoming an adult, first made public - already many decades after composing it - in  the TINY INCLUSIONS chapter of my collection AUSLEGPAPIER,  2020
image: some of the setup employed in the acoustic recreation, copyright jo richter

poem / copyright jo richter:

on the road, he
found
a deserted smile

poor thing, all
covered
in wanton regret

.

traces of trust
lined
its inside gum

these, he scraped
carefully
off to enjoy in a jar

while the bile, he
handled
with surgical gloves

.


then, he remembered
losing 
it, and shuddered

traces - the aleatoric stimulus meridian response mix

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)

putto (the incredibly extended version of an act of incredulity)

sonic structures and silent stretches