The Eye That Envelops Your Soul Is the Color of Sand

Everything that graces the sky traces a line through its nebulous flowers. Today is a day for flying things to excite the viscera of my denial.

Is there no region above me worth more to my eye than that which appears closest - the false lining of heaven speckled with streaks of avian magic and too with the sheen of morning's emersion? When her flapping messengers entice me to laugh at how effortlessly they glide, the world again feels whole.

There is a river beyond the bounds of physics that melts through our homes by shifting the geometry of our precarious void; I've come to rest in its nurturance of everything I can't remember.

Scanning the sky is just like flying to meet the mountains or straining to meet the arms of a mother that is always in flux.

New Track - "Leviticus: A Bridge"

I drove to Montreal last night with my friend, Julie, to see Australian trio, The Necks, perform at La Sala Rossa. Their performance was both mesmerizing and difficult; a small number of people left the room before the end. The piece they played reminded me a good deal of "Townesville," a live recording they released within the last couple of years. However, last night's performance was marked by a very purposeful mid-section of atonal/tonal propulsion - that which created a maelstrom of rage and sorrow.

Inspired in part by this performance, today I finished up another piece of my own. No sonic manipulation a la Forester this time.

Sound sources: Mikro Korg Synth, Turntable, assorted samples, Pro Tools.

Enjoy!

http://www.sendspace.com/file/0o9ulr

New track - "Dread Unfurls"

This is no doubt the most extreme, (or at least formidable) piece of music I've yet produce. It resembles some of Pan Sonic and Mika Vainio's sonic territory as much of that of Yellow Swans. Handle with care.

http://www.sendspace.com/file/p8572z

Mariner's Dilemma

Axis is fade and float until foam engulfs the coffin;

ocean explodes in a breeched birth upon the shore,

casting feet first upon the sand

Strands of light, the gestures of a sun in conversation

dance upon the dock in flagrant spasms

Knowing sight may eat away the sound

I've been told the sea is both gold and purple...

I've been told the sea is both gold and purple

in places where the sun leaves fluorescent traces

of its own whirling lava. Myths of formula and

chance enfold from the arms of formless Shivas.

I've lost the cunning use of I in games of worship

in places where the name of God remains a rhythm

of the collective pulse we seek in dream.

I've held the pulse of infants in a mind that is not inward

but curling 'round the antechambers of a house that has no walls.

My name is never spoken.

"A Chirping Renaissance"

I've created yet another piece with Leafcutter John's freeware program, Forester - this time utilizing samples from an acoustic guitar improvisation recorded earlier this week. This piece will also be included on a yet titled EP, which I hope to assemble for physical release by the end of February. Enjoy!

http://www.sendspace.com/file/p64msd

New Track!

The last couple weeks have been kind of ridiculous; I've spent plenty of time playing around with turn tables, synthesizers, guitars and effects pedals and very little time finishing the work from my fall semester (yikes!) However, I'm happy to report that my experiments in composing/recording seem to be improving in quality - I'm quite proud of this new one :) It's titled "Michael Knows That We Must Know Something," and it is dedicated to my friend Michael Lambert. Hope you enjoy!

http://www.sendspace.com/file/qhpjrt

1/7/10

an age of iron distends

through the fabric of a capitalist dream

it focuses space with a fragrant lens

smelling of soot and subservience

the age of iron is built up through the skin

with chiseled bone

it erects new houses of loss

with myopic pearls

encodes the old pleasures

and markets our loss

in a system of thought

made of dangling carrots

What is this video game-inspired madness!??!

Here's a bizarre appegiated little ditty. I swear I didn't lift it from the soundtrack to Castlevania for NES. Or did I?

http://www.sendspace.com/file/5md86t

To Carve With Care, A Life Within Dreams

Here's a new piece written within the last, oh...30 minutes or so.

Hope you enjoy :)

to carve with care, a life within dreams

floating, as if as in stasis

howling at best for a rupture of mind

a recurrent means of floatation

tossed to and fro, with less than a word,

with less than a mattress of color

silk made a sea that is tenuous

"she may sing, she may sing, she..."