laya samādhi;

Paul Celan - Corona

Autumn eats its leaf out of my hand: we are friends.
From the nuts we shell time and we teach it to walk:
then time returns to the shell.

In the mirror it’s Sunday,
in dream there is room for sleeping,
our mouths speak the truth.

My eye moves down to the sex of my loved one:
we look at each other,
we exchange dark words,
we love each other like poppy and recollection,
we sleep like wine in the conches,
like the sea in the moon’s blood ray.

We stand by the window embracing, and people look up from
the street:
it is time they knew!
It is time the stone made an effort to flower,
time unrest had a beating heart.
It is time it were time.

It is time.

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A Brief History of Distortion

theatlantic:

William Weir explores the origins of fuzz, the sound that defined rock n roll:

Fifty years ago, a faulty connection in a mixing board gave birth to fuzz, which is a term of art. Although it came to define the sound of rock guitar, fuzz appeared first in neither guitar nor rock, but in the bass solo ofby country singer Marty Robbins. The band and producers debated whether to keep the weird sound or record another take. It stayed, and the song entered the Top 40 in February of 1961 and remained for 12 weeks. In an otherwise sweet and mostly acoustic tune, those incongruous 19 seconds of buzzing presaged decades of distorted guitar to come.

Read the rest at The Atlantic.

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“Anyone who can read history with both hemispheres of the brain knows that a world comes to an end every instant—the waves of time leave washed up behind themselves only dry memories of a closed & petrified past—imperfect memory, itself already dying & autumnal. And every instant also gives birth to a world—despite the cavillings of philosophers & scientists whose bodies have grown numb—a present in which all impossibilities are renewed, where regret & premonition fade to nothing in one presential hologrammatical psychomantric gesture. ”

— Hakim Bey

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Srikanth Reddy - Burial Practice

Then the pulse.

Then a pause.

Then twilight in a box.

Dusk underfoot.

Then generations.

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Then the same war by a different name.

Wine splashing in a bucket.

The erection, the era.

Then exit Reason.

Then sadness without reason.

Then the removal of the ceiling by hand.

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Then pages & pages of numbers.

Then the page with the faint green stain.

Then the page on which Prince Theodore, gravely wounded,

is thrown into a wagon.

Then the page on which Masha weds somebody else.

Then the page that turns to the story of somebody else.

Then the page scribbled in dactyls.

Then the page which begins Exit Angel.

Then the page wrapped around a dead fish.

Then the page where the serfs reach the ocean.

Then a nap.

Then the peg.

Then the page with the curious helmet.

Then the page on which millet is ground.

Then the death of Ursula.

Then the stone page they raised over her head.

Then the page made of grass which goes on.

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Exit Beauty.

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Then the page someone folded to mark her place.

Then the page on which nothing happens.

The page after this page.

Then the transcript.

knocking within.

Interpretation, then harvest.

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Exit Want.

Then a love story.

Then a trip to the ruins.

Then & only then the violet agenda.

Then hope without reason.

Then the construction of an underground passage between us.

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just push play.

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Caffeine: 1 oz
Sugar: 30 (unclear quantity)
Water: 2.5 gal
Lime juice: 2 pints, 1 quart
Vanilla: 1 oz
Caramel: 1.5 oz or more for color

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Orange oil: 20 drops
Lemon oil: 30 drops
Nutmeg oil: 10 drops
Coriander: 5 drops
Neroli: 10 drops
Cinnamon: 10 drops

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we are opening.

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Strength and chance will make the building fall and the fires dance.

Why do red-lantern girls bring rolling heads with every song that they sing?

Deep mind jam. The ending,