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Battle Mountain
16:42
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A path, the determination to fall. The way is a dance that we do between collapsing and standing. Slaves to gravity, we respond to the circle, to life in this place. Rain paints an orbit for us and luck is being drawn at the table. Two happenings separated by time that stand side by side. Arching is togetherness and separation, a game of achieved nothingness, the graphic center of all life. A single eye in downward motion falls green. We belong falling to the ground.
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Creston
12:13
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Feel the weight of the rock in your hand. Let it hang momentarily above us all, far away. Let it burn the stories you know. This leaden creature, an open wound in the sky that bares a question. A beginning or a fear of the end? An ellipsis. Here you are: dusty soul in the blink of darkness, consciousness that races above, lifeless volition towards inert sound, like an arrow. There is no dissolution in silence, on the contrary, it craves the impossible, the unattached. Softness is the circle, not offended by the fall. Soon they will come back to rest their heads in the pillow where they hit the ground. Soon I too will find the surface. Reverberation is a boundary. Green is the cross of the world.
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Red Canyon
13:55
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Listen to the walls falling down around a red and green. The final melting, unbuilding of nature. Flushing dirt, the motion of unraveling, silver in the night. The shine, verdant under the veil. Alive the light with its yellow. Small gods sit underground. It looked like a pale star tumbling down. It looked like a wrathful eye that never blinks, a single finger tracing out in the dark its shiny path. The red rock was covered with a mossy beam, almost blue to the touch. Hot green on the heavy palm of the canyon. We waited close to the sand looking at the semi circle in the sky. Rocks falling in the cracks of the mountain, dusty earth, dusty sheets. We know the moon and the fallen, the kiss of the fall.
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Santa Filomena
13:16
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Before the skyline changed between the mountains, they told the story of sound. Brave the one who listens to the call, a raging call between the spheres, a broken embrace of combusting planets. So is the meeting of the forces that crumble our skies and tint the night. They run through the darkness searching for a place to rest, as we do. The day will come to find the sound of the great cirque, its ring of fire, the closeness, the lull. The sky, torn by a fast bright knife, will say: it is time to end our fight. The flesh of the heavens is ripe to meet its opponent, the silky hand that leaves a luminescence behind, a scar such as this. Today the mountains are changed, like an unmade bed. Shrivels of morning come down to wake us. The sky, made whole by a single color, says: you are here.
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Bloodmist New York, New York
Bloodmist is an electroacoustic improvisation trio, consisting of Jeremiah Cymerman (clarinet, electronics), Toby Driver (electric bass), and Mario Diaz de Leon (synth and drum machine).
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