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My blood is clean Pt. 3

Images: Ana Ventura.

My thumb is embarking on a great adventure. ‘Don’t go, please,’ say the fingers. They try to hold him down. Here comes a black limousine with a velied woman in the back seat, but noone at the wheel. When it stops, she takes a pair of gold scissors out of her purse and snips the thumb off. We are off to Chicago with her using the bloody stump of my thumb to paint her lips.

- Charles Simic, excerpt from ‘The world doesn’t end’.

Giacinto ScelsiAve Maria
(Natura Renovatur / 2006)
Carlos ParedesCancão Verdes Anos
(Guitarra Portuguesa / 1989)
TapeMoth wings
(Luminarium / 2008)
Stella ChiwesheKasahwa
(Ambuya? / 1975)
Larkin Grimm – the last tree
(The last tree / 2006)
Arvo PartBerliner Messe – Agnus Dei
(Te Deum / 1993)
PaavoharjuTuoksu Tarttu Meihin
(Laulu Laakson Kukista / 2008)
A Silver Mt. Zion Memorial OrchestraBuilt then Burn
(Born into trouble as the sparks fly upward / 2001)

note: Fuck your zen garden. Get your feet in the water. Get your feet in the mud. Let’s crash all our planes in the river. Let’s build strange and radiant machines at this jericho waiting to fall.

See also: My blood is clean Pt. 1 & Pt. 2.

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Category: Acoustic, Folk

4 Responses

  1. jungle says:

    Le Fabuleux Destin de Moka

  2. margarida says:

    I’ve been waiting for an oportunity to write some words about this magnificient blog. This is the moment. Is a honor listen here Carlos Paredes. Thank’s.

  3. Rodrigo says:

    Carlos Paredes :)
    Fabuloso, aquele dedilhar fala por si só mesmo que sem palavras, obrigado!

    Anyway this is definitely the best selection ever made here at MdM, including two of my favourite’s projects at this moment, Tape and Paavoharju, brilliant and pretty unique. Good to listen Arvo Part and Stella Chiweshe as well, my zen garden is utterly fucked!

  4. GiL says:

    moka
    esta serie de my blood is clean es sublime
    sublime sublime

    warmhugs & kisses

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The song makes its imprint
in the air, making itself felt,
a felt world. Here, there,
the stunned silence

of knowing I will not remember
what I heard;

futures that will never happen,
a fluidity we cannot achieve
except as a child
creating possibility.

This is the untranslatable song
hidden in the earth.

-Untranslatable Song [1]