Method: Testing out the infinty pedal by tc electronics on a poetry soundscape.
Narration: There are many stories of liberation, representing a variety of moods and inner postures. This is another one.

Lyrics / copyright jo richter:

clad in rain
she walked to the airstrip
take me somewhere
she muttered under her breath

she woke up
still carried by air
this plane sarcophagus
protective shell, unaware

next to a henge
she has afternoon tea
with a sparrow, some deer
and a pastoralist poet

which knee made you stumble
a fly shyly asks her
don't confuse me, she
retorts, I hadn't been born yet

spun in light rays
she welcomes the day
she'll weave a blue scarf
to hide away horus eye

emerging

The Old Oak Tree, by W H Davies

Photography (from Pixabay) courtesy of Kevan Craft

The Old Oak Tree

Snake by D H Lawrence

Music courtesy of;
https://musicvine.com/track/moire/clear-sky

Please check out Music Vine for an excellent selection of music from some very talented people.

Snake

Words, sound & artwork by CaNapé
Created in August 2023

Poem-Song: Ruby Rays in the Golden Skies

Text:

People like us, don't feel emotion
We in absence are remembered
But we won't even know about it
As you blush i fire, A rumble is heard from above



Open the door , let the blood pour out
Follow the intrepid lost souls 
A path that leads to the tombs
Growing is the desire to blow


My brain is leaking fluids  
the feeling is overpowering
I must fire to release myself
From the grasp of satan's hand


I know you are all going to spit at me
But the choices that were made are me
Silencing the dead is the way to bliss
You knew the day was forthcoming


Release the bloodhounds upon my abode
See the gory horror scene you've created
Contamination of the corpse is imminent
We must seek asylum in the underworld

"The gory horror scene you've created 
Is the sorrow you're feeling empathic?

I want you to... Gouge my eyes out
Serve my sanguine fluid as soup
Treat my heart tender with salt
Boil up my extravagant blood
Eat all the slagged black spoils 
And vomit it up until you faint
Realize my soul was polluted"


"Self-inflicted incision onto my weakened state
Violently washed with Aqueous Humour
Fingers snapped, peeled the skin off delicately

I have nothing left but my vision blurred
Scalp skinned and wiped across the floor
Ears ripped off in a neolithic ritual
I want nothing but to end my suffering"


"Society is the reason for my undoing
had nothing to give this fucked up world
I have no fear, no fear at all
For to die is my biggest desire"




Writing Period: November 2018
Recorded:October 8th 2019
Edited:October 8th 2019

Gear:
Yamaha F310
THR10C
Epiphone Special SG
Samson C03U
Audacity

I would not release something like this today. I was in a very dark & bad place when I made this, and I find this incredibly distasteful in hindsight... 

Tribute album to Daniel Johnston.
Poetry tribute to Per Ohlin.

The Gut Ritual Spoken Aloud (Remastered 2021)

RYTHME AMOUR est une création du projet CURA. 

CURA est destiné à l'espace limité de la vieille cité lactorate (aujourd'hui Lectoure - Gers). Ce projet vise à créer pour ce lieu une illusion superbe et à lui donner une intention lumineuse pour les temps à venir.

Ces créations sonores peuvent être néanmoins utilisées partout où un rêve a déjà été verbalisé.

2 - RYTHME AMOUR

TRIANGLE est une création du projet CURA.

CURA est destiné à l'espace limité de la vieille cité lactorate (aujourd'hui Lectoure - Gers). Ce projet vise à créer pour ce lieu une illusion superbe et à lui donner une intention lumineuse pour les temps à venir.

Ces créations sonores peuvent être néanmoins utilisées partout où un rêve a déjà été verbalisé.

3 - TRIANGLE

INFINI DRAGON est une création du projet CURA.

CURA est destiné à l'espace limité de la vieille cité lactorate (aujourd'hui Lectoure - Gers). Ce projet vise à créer pour ce lieu une illusion superbe et à lui donner une intention lumineuse pour les temps à venir.

Ces créations sonores peuvent être néanmoins utilisées partout où un rêve a déjà été verbalisé.

4 - INFINI DRAGON

CERCLE O est une création du projet CURA.
CURA est destiné à l'espace limité de la vieille cité lactorate (aujourd'hui Lectoure - Gers). Ce projet vise à créer pour ce lieu une illusion superbe et à lui donner une intention lumineuse pour les temps à venir.

Ces créations sonores peuvent être néanmoins utilisées partout où un rêve a déjà été verbalisé.

5 - CERCLE O

Poet, Musical Storyteller
My Sound Diary ☀️💕
All words & music [mostly] my own
Soundscapes
Poemscapes

'Journey of a Bedroom Poet' = https://a.co/d/1J6CuV4 
'Bedroom Poet Rhapsody' =  https://a.co/d/1qf1NaL

Hii! I'm currently attempting reinvent my sound a tad :) New thangs comin' soon ;)

Also used for any music related projects on my Caveguy22 channel.

Email: Caveguy2realm@gmail.com

https://linktr.ee/mrvnmusic

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)

New tracks tagged #ambient poetry