Synaesthetic Monk's Blues

Phantasmagoria, magic lantern shows, spectacles without substance. They achieved complete sensory experiences through noise, incense, lightening, water. There may be a time when we'll attend Weather Theaters to recall the sensation of rain.

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Location: Ithaca, New York, United States

The main thing a musician would like to do, is to give a picture to the listener of the many wonderful things he knows of and senses in the universe... I'm using the insides of sounds to move around in a very subtle way which, I think, ends up being inevitable. I feel it's the only solution to that particular problem that I presented myself.

Sunday, June 17, 2007

exactly like Erich von Stroheim in the movies, the man you love to hate.

who needs that, you ask?

people. places. lovers (each other of course). cinema, poetry, art. kings and empires. society.

hatred, and fear - those very ugly yet powerful forces which manipulate us so, that we never seek to question what lies outside, to doubt who we are and what we stand for. the principle devices for the construction of our slave collar which we so proudly wear...

but who needs that, when you can summon all of your righteous fury into condemning the one you hate. and that's the handle isn't it?

an end to magick and fairy tales. an end to truth and justice.

The gallows pole for the errant philosopher, the misguided idealist, the criminal prophet and the poetic terrorist. The heathen God and his faithful priest.

It is not so hard to imagine Eden waiting with her gates open for them. Our saviors -
ripped to pieces, their death the subject of casual conversation over cocktails at some boutique coffee shop.

like Agaue arriving home amidst great ceremony and celebration, carrying the head of her own son, Pentheus.


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