MOME ZAJ: NOISE COUNTRY

≡≡≡≡ NOISE COUNTRY ≡≡≡≡

I dreamed of a noise country,

where everything was noise,

all noise, but not just outside:

noise to the bone, noise to the marrow,

noise,

noise, noise, noise.

Noise sky and noise sea,

Noise trees and noise house,

Noise animal, noise human,

noise joy, noise mourning,

noise ore and noise stone and

noise earth and noise trees,

noise man, noise woman and

noise, noise, noise world.

You can dig and dig and dig

The material that is lazy and solid,

Noise in the earth, noise in the mountain

and you'll get your pick, and you'll drill your hole:

and deep to the depths of your inkwell...

It flows blacker and blacker still.

Look at the seed of the grass, look at the acorn of the tree,

the dove's egg and the germ,

noise, noise, noise,

Noise, noise, noise, noise, noise,

Noisy face and noisy mind

Noise blood and noise blood and noise

noise marrow and noise bone.

A different colour is the guest-glaze of sunlight,

the sun is a picot of colours:

noise is the earth's vase,

not the light paints the noise level

with its slender rays

no:

noise is the hidden soul of matter,

alas,

noise, noise, noise.

≡≡≡≡ AUDIO ≡≡≡≡

21:00 - 22:00 Sophie M

22:00 - 23:00 Ben Leavez

23:00 - 23:15 MyLand

23:15 - 00:45 D365

00:45 - 02:15 Bernat b2b Hanussen

02:15 - 04:00 acideal x good music at a good price

≡≡≡≡ VISUAL ≡≡≡≡

Little Martha

Zsófia Móró

Gilgames

≡≡≡≡≡≡≡ INPUT

Your consciousness