Extropy

Hey... is anyone still here?

I mean, say what you will about Twitter going down the sh*t-tubes but for those of you brave enough to hang around in these nether-regions, I would like to direct your attention to some new "music" recently composed and compacted into portable form on the interwebs which you can download, stream, or ignore as you see fit...

TERRORMACHINES, by HEXONYX 12 track album

Some strange sightings on youtube today...🤔

https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL1f7Nd-AgYHFhKU1Xf7jsTwJVa4m5NK4m

(I'm not actually here, but if I was, I might tell you that something new just dropped into the world... )

https://extropy.bandcamp.com/album/dream-histories-of-the-world-vol-2

Dream Histories of the World vol. 2, by extropy 8 track album

ALL OF SPACE AND TIME CONDENSED

dots and lines and zeroes where ones used to be at the gates of the breach titanium nanotubes litter on the beach in the nebulae in the heart of the heart a darkness embracing 299,792,458 m / s the moment of clarity where all of space and time condensed drinking with schwarzschild in the garden i am i was i will be no more there are no more answers here dots and lines zero zero zero i can feel it now everything now is awash give cherenkov my regards i i i i i am broken beyond the lines there is nothing here there is nothing here there is nothing no time no

time

JEG GA MITT HJERTE TIL ULVEN

whispers in the eaves harmonic flux in the leaves time flits and flirts but stays fixed in it’s meter so we are chained and trained wolf mother huntress heart quantum wave dynamics the one true church onward over hills and valleys and ruined cities without perch the end is nigh the end is nigh a period on the deceleration graph sunrise sunset lupine uncertainty punctuated equilibrium you can keep the orthogony if you want ffffffff-forward forward the way forward is littered with wreckage is being devoured and devouring this is all there is

PTOLEMY

the view through clesthyra’s eye syntactic argument a mutation in the logic euclidean arc a song of disbelief in subharmonic hypercube translucent to ultraviolet a collection of unresolved sevenths the answer is the distance between

What I'm calling the "tin can methuselah" patch. Small impact meteorites. It will probably make sense later...

THE PAINS OF BEING ALIVE

i have no feel in the bending of light that calls me home blank black artifice time stands me still no days no orbits a memory lost in ribs and fissures a melody stuttered and rippled beasts/symphonts ego/id broken masterpiece cracked and shadowed pillowy stuff desire alight one one one i am i am not i am not i will not be no solar clock no eyes turned spinward backdrift in the feels i see a backdrift in the feels in the tides in the afterbirth a lonely song of moments unrealized in means and meanings i see a backdrift in the feels

DANTE

the dark forest path invites destruction at the demon feast the hosts of heaven celebrate in the temple of calabi yau satan says hello process processor copper phthalocyanine my own holographic virgil at the conflux of finding god the city of dis blooms bright intentions turned dark fu***ng fanatics in the tar pits hosannahs in the highest a memory of silence someone to light the way your smile in the alcove a way back the way back is is is love is the only religion

STICKS/STONES

tin can methuselah pitter pat plonk and draw inanimate zeus in the matrix of obsolete ideas subverted to inertial warriors hurling stones pitter plonk employing anthropomorphic staves bashing in skulls regrets are just impulse responses a story is a story information at war with matter pitter patter plonk draw a picture carve up the fuselage ice on the shell a golden record engraved with man plus woman she-kind herself spun out and spinning vibrations versus the batteries plonk and drum the words will never hurt the words will never

DARK MAGICK

incantation inversion from off to on bloodspell incarnate ghosts in the machine in four frequencies the algorithm transcends the substrate words in rehoboth words in repetition words in repose hung from the lintels the angels pass not consonance and resonance in the metallic heart of the stone cathedrals brick on brick the gargoyles smell fresh meat the whiff of a lie on the tongue of the teller forsooth soothsayer the rhyme rings rancid in the rotted streets of the black city beneath the torn tapestries of the keep i ring the bell and speak your name

HULI JING (在梦想狐狸)

twisted sisters of the vulpine double helix ingested in jest it makes no sense if you believe it drops of rain on the fabled grasslands of childhood where dogs and wild men ran naked in the sun betwixt birth and the hammer sundered black clouds bathed in ash good luck bad luck any path is the right one roll the dice but peer ‘round the corner first a little stumble is okay now and then a tumble through eleven dimensions eleventyfirst again feeding the animals the mistress the voices all hands on deck dead man walking the Planck 1.6 x 10-35 hahahaha the gods are laughing now

PYTHAGORAS

the dream of being has no synthesis in the here and now it exists therefore it was a magnetic attraction of fingers touching in the dark a symmetry of absolutes absolved in the event horizon of history a reflection metered in shadow silvery alloy crystalline lattice of mind the dream is the dream is the dream no words let lie in the black beyond swims the history of his-story a swan dive into the abyss declined in the still sea of stars life begets life in the telling the expanse negates the recursive unthreading of the perfect ratio it's no way to make believe

Something stirring...

EXTROPY

DREAM HISTORIES OF THE WORLD, VOL. 1

1. PYTHAGORAS
2. STICKS/STONES
3. DARK MAGICK
4. HULI JING (在梦想狐狸)
5. DANTE
6. THE PAINS OF BEING ALIVE
7. PTOLEMY
8. JEG GA MITT HJERTE TIL ULVEN
9. ALL OF SPACE AND TIME CONDENSED