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Diode to Tokyo
04:04
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This World
04:07
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Nurture (New Overture)
03:11
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4. |
Composition #1
03:59
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As far as I roam
these spokes, the spoken word
in reels and steps
my dear, the atmosphere is clean
up there; thats the space
and that is where we truly meet
In among the ordinary
the bubble and putty for your grace
we find the chip and chime
my love, in seeds and vaulting lines
and that is where we truly meet
pieces of you, a comet dust
and rust on metal, the breath upon
things seeming constant
but all along, the pips and spores
are magic unabsorbed
and that is where we truly meet
(Rick Holland)
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Song 4
05:10
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Tailless Amphibian
04:05
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Diving in
won't be missed
squalling in
cruising it
jesus lives
can't resist
life is lived
(like a) salty kiss
rythmatic
walk no sink
can't resist
no i won't be missed
eyes-a-lit
lame and fit
mesmeric
underneath
beaky teeth
sweet relief
on the waves
free and brave
synaptic
a lunatic
free to run
under-done
move with it
Khaki skin
blending in
bleeding green
in the oil machine
temple beat
call to pray(er)
soul is there
porous skin
its pouring in
(just ) deal with it (!)
(Rick Holland)
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Shred
05:07
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'A SHRED OF IDENTITY' BY DAMBUDZO MARECHERA
Will this moon scrap itself off my poems!
This twilight zone stretching between English school
And my cockroach voice?
To the ant perched on a grain of sand
My giant’s Artistic dilemma is scarcely visible
Only clearly seen when I raise my foot.
The bee on his sweet sticky errand, seeing me,
Shoots off at a tangent humming his scorn.
The early swallow from his searing flight
Scarcely casts instantaneous glance at my pains.
The dustman shrugs, hurls his concrete burden
Into factory hand adjusts the zip on his overalls
And without a care awaits his Call – factory’s siren.
The milkman cycles his round; the soldier
Kisses his girl hurries to carry out orders.
They all seem to know their own selves
While I like a madman continue to decipher
The print on a shred of blank paper
The print that is to become the poem behind this poem.
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8. |
In A Landscape
03:35
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9. |
Shine
03:47
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Aurora
04:20
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11
05:07
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I am in Minneapolis
I am at Minneapolis Airport at First Class Lounge
And it's seven o'clock in the morning
I am in Minneapolis
Because it snowed in New York
It snowed in New York
I am in Minneapolis
Sitting alone
Because it snowed in New York
I am going
I am leaving Minneapolis this morning
I am flying to Atlanta
Because it snowed in New York
I am in Minneapolis
At seven o'clock in the morning
I am flying to Atlanta this morning
Because it snowed in New York
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Ilpo Paris, France
Ilpo (Ilpo Jauhiainen, b. 1977 Finland) is a composer, music producer and sound artist. He works collaboratively and globally across the arts. His musical interests revolve around the possibilities and combinations of music and sound art, new global musical styles, contemporary classical and generative music. ... more
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