Tag: monoliths
image reports from CRYDN – no. 005
image reports from CRYDN – no. 003
image reports from CRYDN – no. 002
image reports from CRYDN – no. 001
news reports from the CNNWTZ safehouse : photographic evidence of the finished master
. . . a flickering series of blurry images in the late of the evening . . . cement dust settling gently on a frozen breeze . . . frozen waves trapped in ice lining the banks of the silent lake . . .
. . . ‘field reports from the western lands’, the album, is officially now in a finished master state . . . sixteen pieces gathered into four movements, totalling almost an hour of new materials . . . [transmission fades] . . .
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blood-letting and the virgin bride no.3
new jerusalem measured in cartesian geometry as technicolor fears and lucid doubts swarm with distortion out through the rusting valves… agony in the welding pit, turmoil on the shop floor… grand visions of staged reality built on a beautiful lie, now flooded with polluted ideas and strewn across fields of unexploded ordnance…
life as a series of bland background entertainment shows; live on stage ideologies… ritual blood-letting of the virgin bride… policemen in parallel lines, idiot-boys, wild-girls… conflict, starvation, agony, meaninglessness… the screens steadily flickering through the cerebral cortex, psychotropic trips in an ongoing noise-field of paranoia and isolation…
centuries of self-harm… glass and steel monoliths rising from the desert in the dawn’s early light… jagged knives against the city sky… greasy fingers plying their trade over mahogany tables; insatiable lust of the pension-funds… a figurehead in flames, captains of bled-out industry; tea dances and ballroom masquerades… this earth no longer sacrosanct…
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image reports from CNNWTZ – no. 072
blood-letting and the virgin bride no.2
new jerusalem, centuries of the self, cartesian geometry… a figurehead in flames, as the markets expand and contract… birth canals of squalid reasoning… glass and steel monoliths rising from the desert in the dawn mist…
blood-letting and the virgin bride… deflowering the idyll… grand visions of staged reality built on a beautiful lie… idol worship on the shop floor… agony in the welding pit… cerebral cortex psychotropic trips…
technicolor fears and lucid doubts, claustrophobia in the ballot box… greasy fingers plying their trade over mahogany tables… islamic jurisprudential rites, framed in caustic idolatry… the screen steadily flickering…
life as background entertainment shows; distortion, dissonance, signals filtered through unknown sources… tea dances, ballroom masquerades, mass population indexes, virtual trigonometry… meaninglessness… copy, paste, delete…
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along an infinite blast-wall corridor no.1
through the fluorescent light-fields…. distorted visions trailing neon haze spectres along an infinite blast-wall corridor… premonitions of the fallout, coming like thin drizzle settling over the concrete tower-blocks… see the red and green flicker in the eyes of the lost girls as they tread their careful path betwixt the imminent ruins…
slender fingers draped across ornaments of servitude… the idiot boys, dipped in filth, prey in the direction of the new world and manipulate themselves to issue… tormented minds, filled with meaningless instruction… cement dust blankets vistas of the gone world… a river of kerosene rushing steadily towards a blow-torch, forever…
a black mollusc slithers, dying, across a rotting atlas… fingernails scrape at tree bark, lanterns light impossible paths into the long forest dark… a hundred candles circle an obsidian monolith… arrowheads in our palms remind us of the journey… a column of white smoke rising from a silent clearing… there are rituals still to be undertaken, my beloved…
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