Dung

It's time to harvest the fruit that grew on the dung In fact, thats largely still buried beneath and within it. 33 years of dung that i could classify as fakeness an hell As stepping away from the soul and self-obliterating That i could throw away But then i would have no foundation. So the … Continue reading Dung

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Friend from the Amazon

You travelled down the river blind And deaf. Compulsively seeing, hearing, categorising every minute thing Grasping with my senses and mind For paper security in self-obliteration For an identity that won't jar so loud That it shatters the glass in people's windows Remembering perhaps that my life was in danger Once For showing who i … Continue reading Friend from the Amazon

Finding and maintaining a voice … in music and life (incl. improvised piano audio track)

This sound gesture is about maintaining my voice, in the face of car noise, birds and people outside the window. Interference. . https://soundcloud.com/sasha-supertramp/voice . All my life, it has been extremely hard – if not impossible – to hear, notice, feel myself when thrown into the tumble drier (or, more a washing machine) with all … Continue reading Finding and maintaining a voice … in music and life (incl. improvised piano audio track)