Fuzzy Thinking

You don’t have to show off

High Signs

nature in gray-blue

Please listen with headphones
Elektroakustische Musik, August 2025

Oraculum

Field recording taken in Naples in 2025  by IB (Spaccanapoli, Quartieri Spagnoli, funicolare)
Poetry by IB

'A muntagna* speaks, at Phlegraean Fields the volcanic caldera quakes.
Solfatara’s energy enlivens the air & breathes centuries.
Vesuvius is so green & magnetic, feeling longing dint’ e ven*.
The gentle tops call to mind the Euganean Hills. 
Quiescent wound & an afterness teeming at the foot.
Moving the city’s buzzing, o mare*.
A flare in the distance as a sun rising tired & disheartened.
Is it you Parthenope? Perpetual drowning, your body washed ashore upside down.
The long cry, the dirge emerging & merging with heat dying in the throat.

A muntagna* parla, ai Campi Flegrei la caldera vulcanica trema.
L’energia della solfatara anima l’aria e respira secoli.
Il Vesuvio è così verde e magnetico, nostalgico sentire dint’ e ven*.
Le cime gentili ricordano i Colli Euganei.
Ferita quiescente e un dopo che brulica alle pendici.
Commovente il pulsare della città, o mare*.
Un bagliore lontano come un sole che sorge stanco e amareggiato.
Sei tu Partenope? Affogare perpetuo, il tuo corpo riportato a riva rovesciato.
Il pianto lungo, la nenia che emerge e si mescola al calore che muore nella gola.'

the mountain | la montagna (the way Vesuvius is called) - in the veins | nelle vene - the sea | il mare

A Muntagna

This track was inspired by this week's Disquiet Junto project: The barcode of the softcover Penguin edition of Daniel Kahneman's "Thinking, Fast and Slow" was used as the timeline for the rhythm, and the track was created with this beat as inspiration.
The other elements followed, found through intuition or happy accidents.
The result is a far groovier track than I initially assumed.

More on the 712th weekly Disquiet Junto project, Zebra Code — The Assignment: What rhythm do you hear in a bar code? — at https://disquiet.com/0712/

Thinking Fast and Slow (Disquiet0712)

迷い石（glacial erratic）

誰が置いたか迷い石
どこから来たかわからない
白い砂地に影おいて
いつも黙ってそこにいる
誰が置いたか迷い石
自分が誰かわからない
白い膚に走る傷
いつか黙っていなくなる

Who placed this boulder here?
A boulder whose origin is unknown.
It casts a black shadow upon the white sand.
The boulder always stands there silently.
Its white surface bears countless scratches.
Will the boulder vanish one day?


The Rumpled Rag

Don Jennings