Thank you for this work my friend, a brilliant poem, was a pleasure to join you for this track :)

Wow, this is so cool --and Working with Adam!! such a brilliant collaboration!!

A Place To Be

Written/Produced by: R.J. Dobben (RoTen)
Released on: 10/31/2023


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Argh

Home for Now

23 6 3

Taken from our upcoming debut album "Rock and Roll Kills" (mid-2024).
Youtube link: https://youtu.be/kWZJiztgoXU (like & subscribe:))
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lyrics:
And then i ask my self, is there a way out, could i be heard loud?
And then i ask my self, could it be?

And then i turn my head, up in the sky and wondering why?
could i turn back time or live it again?

Chances are thrown away, anothers have won not gone astray
but that's a blessing not a curse so thank you!

You think is over...over now, just shake your head and face now
face the truth and all the greatness around

Don't need nothing else, i got everything that completes me
all the rest is just a dusty grain of sand

(p) & (c),all rights reserved, STA 2024.

Dusty Grain of Sand

method: adam received a track with a reading and some subharmonicon from me, added instruments and turned it into this moving work of waveform art. visit his page here: https://soundcloud.com/adammajdeckijanicki
narration: coincidentia oppositorum and all that ....
image: copyright jo richter

poem / copyright jo richter:

der schaukellack blättert
in rostbraunen schuppen
hier spielt kein kind
es sind nadeln im sand

so hochgrau die wand
als taumle tag blind
zwischen staubaugenpuppen
kein vorhangstoff flattert

hier, wo sich sinne nicht nähren
hier sei die anmut zu finden
hatte der seher verkündet

hier, wo güte still schwindet
hier, wo die augen erblinden
kehre sie ein um zu gebären

interlinear translation: fair faced // the veneer on the swings flakes off / in rusty brown scales / there is no child playing / there are needles in the sand // the wall rises high and grey / as though day stumbled blindly / among dusty-eyed puppets / no fabric moves in the windows // here, where senses don't feed / here you will find grace / the seer had prophesized // here, where kind hearts are fading / here, where eyes are blinded / here she'd come to give birth //

sichtbeton - with Adam Majdecki-Janicki

W-Gymnopedie

F-Self-Punishment

All-Union

adieu adieu

(em) back to balance 
a gate in the (c) day

(em) Ten of Swords
at the end of a (c) play

(g) (the) purpose of the (c) cross
(g) (the) pain of our (c) Lord

(g) I don’t know what I’m (c) doing 
or not (bm) doing, of (am7) course

(f) how to get back – (g) back to where? back to where?
(f) how to get back – (g) back to where

thy (c) plaintive (g) anthem (f) fades
(c) adieu (g) adieu (f) adieu
in (c) those next (g) valley (f) glades 
and (c) you and (g) you and (f) you

love to drift
through the clouds

far above
the worlds below

(the) blood of the lamb
(the) promise of the seed 

I don’t know what I’m thinking 
or not thinking, indeed

how to get back – back to where? back to where?
how to get back – back to where

thy plaintive anthem fades
adieu adieu adieu
in those next valley-glades 
and you and you and you

clock the seconds 
afore they go

reconnect 
to the flow

tender is the night 
on a winding mossy way

in love with easeful death 
yet still wanting to stay
how to get back – back to where? back to where?
how to get back – back to where

thy plaintive anthem fades
adieu adieu adieu
in those next valley glades 
and you and you and you

split the heart
of the tree

divided self 
one, two, three

(the) nightingale’s repose 
her last song on the air 

I don’t know why I’m sensing 
but not seeing the rose 

how to get back – back to where? back to where?
how to get back – back to where

thy plaintive anthem fades
adieu adieu adieu
in those next valley glades 
and you and you and you (et vous et vous et vous)

(fade out on adieu adieu adieu x 3)

NB
(uses some lines and variation of lines from Keats's Ode to a Nightingale: 'thy plaintive anthem fades'/ 'adieu adieu'/ 'next valley glades' / 'tender is the night' / 'winding mossy way' / 'in love with easeful death')

TASCAM DR-05

adieu adieu

misalignment of notes

Misalignment Of Notes

I Believe In You

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 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)

sichtbeton - with Adam Majdecki-Janicki

sonic structures and silent stretches

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