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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