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Hermetic

Photo:Emile Barret

We began by nodding our heads in time to the drumming, then our feet. Soon we were dancing round and around the pond, waving our arms and generally behaving in a very strange manner. (…) Never before had I experienced the joy of rhythmic dance, even in the days of foxtrot in the arms of some eligible young man. We seemed inspired by some marvelous power, which poured energy into our decrepit carcasses.- Leonora Carrington. The Hearing Trumpet.

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Category: Beats, Electronica, Rock

Movimiento perpetuo

Para Coral, que con sus charlas me he vuelto a encontrar con el placer de escribir.

(Este playlist se engendro de una forma digamos ”peculiar”.  Soy de ese tipo de personas que ha hecho de su iPod una forma de compañia, que vaya paradoja, lo que termina es “alejarnos” y “encerrarnos” en nosotros mismos de los “demás”. En fin, el transporte público poco a poco, gracias a nuestros “aparatos” se ha ido volviendo como una especie de sucursal para nuestro “aislamiento”, mientras nos movemos de un punto a otro.)

Hace unas semanas al salír del cine me tocó ver una estampa irrepetible: el atardecer más multicolor que me haya tocado presenciar y desde el lugar más ajenamente natural: el estacionamiento de un centro comercial. El cielo parecia haber tenido un convulso orgasmo, las distancias entre las dimensiones  que están más arriba de la atmósfera se habian fundido con las otras de menos posición, el horizonte apenas y servía como un estrecho límite: en los costados del cielo se podrian apreciar tonos que ya anunciaban la muerte del día cuando al centro se presagiaba el nacimiento de la noche…Cuando debía ser al revés, ¿no? Si fuera astrónomo ya lo hubierá aburrido con mi explicación, dejemos todo al supuesto.
Luego de quedarme más de media hora apreciando tal espectáculo entre lamentos de no haber llevado una cámara conmigo, llego la hora de abordar el transporte público. En donde vivo la gente no se mueve en camiones: Son viejas combis de esas que usaron los hippies californianos pero que los choferes poco conocimiento tienen de ello y ahora son sonorizadas por  épicas cumbias, música tradicional mexicana e incluso psycho o trance (pero nada de Jefferson Airplane o Iron Butterfly). Luego de un rato, abordé la que a mi parecer era la “menos llena”. De la nada mi comodidad se volvió efimera:  Una abrupta marea humana irrumpio dentro del transporte, la densidad humana  de manera gradual me fue alejando del centro de los asientos para que me orillarán violentamente a la ventana. No era la primera vez que me tocaba sortear esa situación, anticipadamente trato de poner en el iPod música caótica y hacer del caos -interno y externo-una catarsis. Sin embargo la estrechéz del espacio fue tal, que mis manos no pudieron alcanzar el bolsillo. Era una ruta  larga y yo estaba bajo el desamparo de la modalidad “random”. Por un momento habia optado por quitarme los audifonos pero soy alérgico al trance y antes de apuntar la mirada hacia las interminables hileras de luces de los vehiculos ya estaba sonando el vaivén de acordes en péndulo  de ”La locomotora”, fue un grato momento. Parece ser que los audifonos han estado más en comunicación con mi subconciente que yo,  puesto que bajo no sé qué designio todo mi trayecto fue sonorizado por beats o acordes cuyo rasgo caracterísitico era ir en una especie de péndulo progresivo, algo parecido con la situación dentro del transporte y mi punto de fuga que era la ventana; gente que nunca terminaba de subir o bajar, autos que nunca infinitamente iban y venian: resta y suma de una misma meta-dualidad.
Justo en el momento en que abrace puerto en mi destino, fue que empezo a sonar Child in Time de Deep Purple, pero esa es otra historia (y espero que otro post).

Imágenes: [1,2,3]

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Category: Beats, Electronica, Motel de Moka, Rock

Heliocentric

Image credits: [1, 2, 3, 4, 5].

The sun never sets nor rises. When people think the sun is setting, it is not so; they are mistaken.
- Helena Petrovna Blavatsky

The sun never sets.

The sun never rises.

Resignation and refusal to settle in the same breath.

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Category: Beats, Bedroom playlist

Last Chance to See

 

Image credits: [1, 2, 3, 4, 5].

Upon those who step into the same rivers, different and again different waters flow.
- Heraclitus

  • Kid Koala & P LoveMoon River
    Nufonia Must Fall Book Tour (2003)
  • Nujabes - Aruarian Dance
    Samurai Champloo: Departure (Victor, 2004)
  • Bonobo - We Could Forever
    Black Sands (Ninja Tune, 2010)
  • Nouveaunoise - Cinnte
    Paraphrase Accolade (Nouveanoise records, 2010)
  • Emancipator - Lionheart
    Soon it Will be Cold Enough (1320 records, 2006)

I remembered once, in Japan, having been to see the Gold Pavilion Temple in Kyoto and being mildly surprised at quite how well it had weathered the passage of time since it was first built in the fourteenth century. I was told it hadn’t weathered well at all, and had in fact been burnt to the ground twice in this century.

“So it isn’t the original building?” I had asked my Japanese guide.
“But yes, of course it is,” he insisted, rather surprised at my question.
“But it’s burnt down?”
“Yes. Many times.”
“And rebuilt with completely new materials.”
“But of course. It was burnt down.”
“So how can it be the same building?”
“It is always the same building.”

I had to admit to myself that this was in fact a perfectly rational point of view, it merely started from an unexpected premise. The idea of the building, the intention of it, its design, are all immutable and are the essence of the building. The intention of the original builders is what survives. The wood of which the design is constructed decays and is replaced when necessary. To be overly concerned with the original materials, which are merely sentimental souvenirs of the past, is to fail to see the living building itself.

- Douglas Adams, Last Chance to See.

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Category: Beats, Bedroom playlist, Electronica, Hip hop

Ecstasis

Ecstasis is trancelike self-removal, schizoid or shamanistic. Dionysus’ amorality cuts both ways. He is god of theater, masked balls and free love- but also of anarchy, gang rape and murder.
- Sexual Personae
, Camille Paglia, 1990

  • Kenton Slash DemonSun
    Sun (Tartelet, 2010)
  • Mock & ToofFarewell to Wendo
    Tuning Echoes (Tiny Sticks, 2010)
  • HousesEndless Spring
    All Night (2010)
  • SumsunCall it Home
    Samo Milagro (Leaving, 2010)
  • Crystal CastlesCelestica
    Crystal Castles (Last Gang, 2010)

Ecstasis could mean anything from ‘taking you out of yourself’ to a profound alteration of personality. I’ll be inviting disaster to join me the rest of the week. Crash and burn, in the most aggresive ways possible then start it all over again. I’m trying to fall out of love with you. Theoretically speaking, the less I feel like myself… the less I recognize my surroundings, the closer I’ll get to ecstasis.
The horses are running until they forget they are horses.

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Category: Beats, Electronica

With wonderful deathless ditties
We build up the world's great cities,
And out of a fabulous story
We fashion an empire's glory:
One man with a dream, at pleasure,
Shall go forth and conquer a crown;
And three with a new song's measure
Can trample an empire down. [1]


Down, down, down. Would the fall never come to an end! `I wonder how many miles I've fallen by this time?' she said aloud. `I must be getting somewhere near the centre of the earth. Let me see: that would be four thousand miles down, I think--' (for, you see, Alice had learnt several things of this sort in her lessons in the schoolroom, and though this was not a very good opportunity for showing off her knowledge, as there was no one to listen to her, still it was good practice to say it over) `--yes, that's about the right distance--but then I wonder what Latitude or Longitude I've got to?' (Alice had no idea what Latitude was, or Longitude either, but thought they were nice grand words to say.) [2]



O long-silent Sybil,
you of the winged dreams,
Speak out from your temple of light
as the serious constellations
with Greek names
still stare down on us
as a lighthouse moves its megaphone
over the sea
Speak out and shine upon us
the sea-light of Greece
the diamond light of Greece

Far-seeing Sybil, forever hidden,
Come out of your cave at last
And speak to us in the poet's voice
the voice of the fourth person singular
the voice of the inscrutable future
the voice of the people mixed
with a wild soft laughter--
And give us new dreams to dream,
Give us new myths to live by! [3]


So our princes who have lost their principalities after many years’ of possession shouldn’t blame their loss on fortuna. The real culprit is their own indolence, going through quiet times with no thought of the possibility of change (it’s a common human fault, failing to prepare for tempests unless one is actually in one!). And when eventually bad times did come, they thought of •flight rather than •self-defence, hoping that the people, upset by conquerors’ insolence, would recall them. This course of action may be all right when there’s no alternative, but it is not all right to neglect alternatives and choose this one; it amounts to voluntarily falling because you think that in due course someone will pick you up. If you do get rescued (and you probably won’t), that won’t make you secure; the only rescue that is really helpful to you is the one performed by you, the one that depends on yourself and your virtù. [4]