Symphony

The sound of life trickling away is a most exquisite symphony. Not unlike the sweeping coldness of the Medieval chants or the masterpieces of the classical fugues. The chance to listen to such heavenly, organic tone is a beauty worth every risk taking.

Mourning is the forlorn poison of contemplation and weeping. None of such expressions are required, once one accepts the purity of chaos, whence confusion and bewilderment are rendered as meaningless as  a prayer before the storm.

Ihesus Phagora

Ihesus fili Dominus Incompehensibilis;
Ancor, Anacor, Anylos, Zohorna, Theodonos, helyotes Phagor,
Norizane, Corichito, Anosae, Helse Tonope, Phagora.

Method

There is a method to my madness, she said, once in a pale moon ago. 

A formula to open up my universe, like the peeling of an onion, and the unraveling of my secrets for you…she said, once in a pale moon

Destination

A sense of direction is all fine, when you know where you want to go. It should help you to prepare provisions, plan strategies and ploys, think of the future and talk of continuity, of legacy. 

So now that we know we are all heading to the cold, damp graveyards, we should know what to prepare, plan, and talk about, shouldn’t we?

Or is it easier just to forget?

Turbulence

Dreams are mirrors to the sleepless ether around and throughout us all. A ripple in the omnipresent and omniscience reflected through waves in our dreams. At least that’s what an old and lonely guru once told someone,  

Wonder if the old fart is still dreaming or rippling through one’s dream, after all those years of being hacked and buried somewhere deep in the evergreen woods.  

Wonder if it was him who made that rippling turbulence of a multi headed bitch in red that one ends up dreaming of raping and hacking and burying deep in an evergreen woods….  

She was so red, she looked like a flower, dipped in blood and the crimson  sunset. Beautifully red. Obscenely red.

Sleepless - II

I saw you in my dreams. In my waking daylight dreams, I saw you.

I saw you and I know you saw me too. Staring at each other, we were walking the road to mutual dissolution.   

Ontology

"I regard consciousness as fundamental. I regard matter as derivative from consciousness. We cannot get behind consciousness. Everything that we talk about, everything that we regard as existing, postulates consciousness."

Teasers

I do like it when a fresh, bold approach to a certain familiar music genre teases my brain in such delightful ways, that one doesn’t even think too much anymore about who shall be the next game on the hunt. 

I’m sure my shrink will approve of this therapeutic approach of musical “teasers”…which also stop me and the knives in my heart from being constantly feeling ‘teased’ by her lovely legs, and disgusting jade-green brooch.

Wise Master

at their best, there is gentleness in Humanity.

some understanding and, at times, acts of

courage

but all in all it is a mass, a glob that doesn't

have too much.

it is like a large animal deep in sleep and

almost nothing can awaken it.

when activated it's best at brutality,

selfishness, unjust judgments, murder.

what can we do with it, this Humanity?

nothing.

Charles Bukowski – “What Can We Do?”

Darkness

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,

Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;

But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,

E.A.P. 1845

Supermoon

When a big ass moon start rising from beyond the hills, and your head feels like a million squirming pulsating critters, hungry for blood, it’s a sure sign that weirdness shall come cascading from every corner of the night....

First taste of weirdness....

Is always the weirdest....

Until you get used to it....

Nightmare Coaster

Watching troubled minds at sleep is always an intriguing pleasure. The way they twitch and turn and moan and scream, in reaction to the deepest recesses of their subconscious, makes one wonder what wonderful nightmare they might be roller coasting through.

It also makes one wonder, whether everyone share and recycle the same nightmare scenarios, like some generic typology or something?

Even more importantly, does everyone meet the same bloodied and white-dressed dame in the bathroom and dark corners? Does everybody then also proceeded into that sinister and fun coaster of chasing the bloody dame and running her to the ground with a steel hammer?

Chase that bloody dame

Darkness, undisputed

What was it that many in the good ole “snail-mail and no-internet” underground said about Sigh and Master’s Hammer? Avantgarde? Heck no.

The way I remembered it, they were just admired for being truthful to their lyrics and image and for creating music like no other fucker does to top it all off.

It’s good to know that they are still doing exactly the same thing throughout the years. Even with all those theatrical trumpets, timpani, violins, cellos and samplings galore, I can still feel the darkness of the musicians oozing through every track.

As experience has always shown, real ‘darkness’ can never be limited by stupid categories. And this is darkness, undisputed.

Trumpets from Hell

Hell’s opera