A Calling
Via Sinistrae Podcast
...
info_outline
Dance of Words
Via Sinistrae Podcast
...
info_outline
Confronting the Clear Light
Via Sinistrae Podcast
Speaking Voice and Altered Bass Improvisation - InkxpotterSinging Voice - EtannaGuitar Improv - Scott JonesAdditional droning voice - KoyoteNoisemakers - Lydia and Michael FongLooping, Mixing and Deconstructing - Kyron
info_outline
The Angelic Body
Via Sinistrae Podcast
info_outline
How El Became King Of The Universe
Via Sinistrae Podcast
...
info_outline
Consequences
Via Sinistrae Podcast
The consequences of what we create are unknowable. We create for the sake of creating, we do for the sake of doing, and then, it is sent, it goes out into the world, drifting like a carefully constructed leaf in the wind. Will someone catch it? Will it go straight to the sea, straight to the blue waves that will swallow up the orange and yellow and green? Or maybe it will drift to land with the high tide, and perhaps a little girl will pluck it from the ocean foam. And maybe it will end up in her collage of thoughts and dreams and her memory of changing seasons. There is just no way to tell...
info_outline
Clear And Ancient Knowledge
Via Sinistrae Podcast
I am clear and ancient knowledge, tested and proven, wrinkled but strong, slow but solid. In my eyes, the faces blur into each other, the boys are men, the men are corpses, the corpses give shade and my forehead is burning in the sun, as I look at the boys once again. Without any need of word or exclamation, I know of the singular impulse that runs through all the ones that now run around me. The tall man that is my mirror. The young girl that is my hands. There is so much I could say, so many tales to tell, so many burdens to unravel. But my years have taught me silence and my silence has...
info_outline
The Vast Invisible World
Via Sinistrae Podcast
During the early 20th century and before, reality was assumed to be everything you can see, smell, touch, and hear. The discovery of the electron, radio, and x-rays turned that assumption around. By 1930 it was clear that 99.9% of reality is not contactable or apprehendable by the human senses, thus making us blind voyagers in an invisible world that may touch us without our knowledge. Society carries on relying on the old assumptions, looking away from the terrifying new gateway beyond its reach. But looking away won't banish the vast spectrum that engulfs us in its many colored hands.
info_outline
The Ritual Begins
Via Sinistrae Podcast
The Ritual begins before it starts. It begins at a different moment for each of us. It’s like making love with a new person; you have to find this particular rhythm, this particular night. For some, the beginning involves the costume and the mask.For others it’s claiming the space; walking the perimeter, focusing. Lighting candles. Welcoming guests. All with a sense of something coming. Vaguely dreading its arrival.This night there is a play of opposites; dualities, mirror images. Disquieting videos, disquieting loud music present throughout. Energy pulled into space.Played...
info_outline
Tale of the Baby Birds
Via Sinistrae Podcast
info_outlineI am clear and ancient knowledge, tested and proven, wrinkled but strong, slow but solid. In my eyes, the faces blur into each other, the boys are men, the men are corpses, the corpses give shade and my forehead is burning in the sun, as I look at the boys once again. Without any need of word or exclamation, I know of the singular impulse that runs through all the ones that now run around me. The tall man that is my mirror. The young girl that is my hands. There is so much I could say, so many tales to tell, so many burdens to unravel. But my years have taught me silence and my silence has turned into silky glimmering music, the kind that slides away between the chirping of the birds and the creaking of the branches in the wind. With a smile, I rush into their chest and push open the doors that remain shut in their stubbornness. With a little laugh, I can pull out tears from the most stoic warriors. I have traveled beyond words and I live in the land of shadows, without fear, without pity, without shame.