mirror and touch
Lately been listening to Hototogisu's Prayer Rug Exorcism a lot. Amazing stuff, hypnotic. An edition of only 1000. A thousand. That's not many people to share something that special. Ok, to date for certain only 932 have visited santiago's dead wasp in 31 months, but let's be honest it's a bit patchy. A lot of first thoughts, half thoughts and filling time. Whereas Prayer Rug Exorcism... not a trace of fat. Go check it out now. That or most other Hototogisu releases.
For more on Hototogisu, the band and the source of their name see here.
The poem below is called mirror and touch. It was started a while ago under the title Unsynthesised Manifold [from Kant's manifold] following an article in the Guardian by Germaine Greer. Then it sat for a while because it was going nowhere until almost the entire text was ditched and rewritten under the influence of Prayer Rug Exorcism and outrage at faith groups' hostility toward freedom of speech. That wasn't much better except it was finished, it was hypnotic, and there were some reasonable ideas. The two parts were then slammed together and rewritten in the form you see below. Like fold:fall to which it's rhythmically similar it's designed to be performed as well as read. If a good enough performance gets recorded it may appear hear, though the fold:fall video has priority if the sound can be cleaned up enough.
mirror and touch
i'm jesus i'm mohammad i'm lives overlapping
slow moving immersion no structure emerging
opaque overload overload overload
crepuscular dance and i fuck and i dance
and i fuck and i dance and i fuck and i dance.
i'm jesus i'm mohammad i'm some kind of fool
sensorimotor reflex to habit reach for the screen
reach for the screen reach for the screen
sensory data get drunk let's get high
or just lie in the sun or just lie in the sun or just lie in the sun.
i'm jesus i'm mohammad put these things in my mouth
taste the world and experiment over and over
symbols and language and needing to touch
let's listen to music and talk through the night
let's listen to music and talk through the night.
you're jesus, mohammad and everyone tells you
you're wrong and you're evil you should be ashamed
or get saved when you die get saved when you die get saved when you die
slow moving immersion no structure emerging
sensorimotor reflex to habit reach for the screen
taste the world and experiment over and over
alive we're alive we're alive we're alive.
15/5/8 Oh dear - shit innit? Sorry about that.
For more on Hototogisu, the band and the source of their name see here.
The poem below is called mirror and touch. It was started a while ago under the title Unsynthesised Manifold [from Kant's manifold] following an article in the Guardian by Germaine Greer. Then it sat for a while because it was going nowhere until almost the entire text was ditched and rewritten under the influence of Prayer Rug Exorcism and outrage at faith groups' hostility toward freedom of speech. That wasn't much better except it was finished, it was hypnotic, and there were some reasonable ideas. The two parts were then slammed together and rewritten in the form you see below. Like fold:fall to which it's rhythmically similar it's designed to be performed as well as read. If a good enough performance gets recorded it may appear hear, though the fold:fall video has priority if the sound can be cleaned up enough.
mirror and touch
i'm jesus i'm mohammad i'm lives overlapping
slow moving immersion no structure emerging
opaque overload overload overload
crepuscular dance and i fuck and i dance
and i fuck and i dance and i fuck and i dance.
i'm jesus i'm mohammad i'm some kind of fool
sensorimotor reflex to habit reach for the screen
reach for the screen reach for the screen
sensory data get drunk let's get high
or just lie in the sun or just lie in the sun or just lie in the sun.
i'm jesus i'm mohammad put these things in my mouth
taste the world and experiment over and over
symbols and language and needing to touch
let's listen to music and talk through the night
let's listen to music and talk through the night.
you're jesus, mohammad and everyone tells you
you're wrong and you're evil you should be ashamed
or get saved when you die get saved when you die get saved when you die
slow moving immersion no structure emerging
sensorimotor reflex to habit reach for the screen
taste the world and experiment over and over
alive we're alive we're alive we're alive.
15/5/8 Oh dear - shit innit? Sorry about that.
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