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A reading of Davi Kopenawa’s words in Woven Branches: A Musical Benefit to the Yanomami
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The unicorn parts
The thicket of scrub
And knelt before her
With his horn above
Open the earth
To reveal their lair
Where they circled round
And unbound her hair
Tousled locks spread
Sunshine on the sea
And they lay with their heads
Upon her knees
…
An epic of subterraneal passage and solar blindness.
A PotS montage for vita ignes corpus lignum
Artaud sails for Acheron on a raft made of laughter
Before the stars fled our sky
When we spoke the old tongue
When our mouths were filled with soil
Our tongues danced as trees …
~ ~~ lulling repetitions of neofolkic rivulets ~~ ~
Four rivers flowed from the garden…
“That I am I. That my soul is a dark forest. That my known self will never be more than a little clearing in the forest. That gods, strange gods, come forth from the forest into the clearing of my known self, and then go back. That I must have the courage to let them come and go. That I will never let mankind put anything over me, but that I will try always to recognize and submit to the gods in me and the gods in other men and women.”
-D.H. Lawrence
outtake for vita ignes corpus lignum
who wore the halo of fire
from “Pour en finir avec le jugement de dieu”
sounds from the borderlands
A child’s music box soundtrack to the end of the world
Icarus
Port of the Sun
D.H. Lawrence in reverse
An excerpt from Helios put to distorted squelching by Entheogen Absconditus