‘fleetingly he adapted to discover stripping an moral that it’s realm has a most dulled deal in the myself created as purgatory so any advantage was a phenomena!’
-André Pissoir at readings on her time
fecundating life at the dawn of crushed cans point to his elsewhere
told of affairs he would walk with the few oxygens outside
moments promised traditional medicine
canine had blended and their room occurs trust as follows
the flow of exception ran out of numbers while she left…
O land of ours where our childhood passed
Like dreams in the shade of the orange-grove,
Among the almond-trees in the valleys –
Remember us now wandering
Among the thorns of the desert,
Wandering in rocky mountains;
Remember us now
In the tumult of cities beyond deserts and seas;
With our eyes full of dust
That never clears in our ceaseless wandering. (Jabra 1974, 227)
The cities break up
The earth is a train of dust
Knows how to marry this space. (Adonis 1984, 163)
Le Musqueé du Pape Femme (mistura de Musqué com Mosqueé), é uma viagem no tempo e no espaço oriental, conduzida pelo timbre característico ao Dark Ambient, em que as areias dos desertos se misturam com a aridez eléctrica das novas, apáticas e transcendentais percepções ocidentais, ressalvando o foco nas suas obsessões paralelas.
Phallucifer Babalith é uma identidade fictícia que representa um projecto de terrorismo artístico dentro dos muitos campos da arte, e poderão encontrá-lo, se o já não encontraram, sob os trajes de um vagabundo, aquecendo as mãos numa fogueira de notas.
Que possam desfrutar de uma bizarra viagem.
Illustrations (cover, back cover, disc, booklet1) , gifs (babalith I,II) e vídeo (devil song), Ruela, 2009
Le Musqueé du Pape Femme, Babalith, 2009
The connection between the following events still eludes me:
The culprit had scampered off in an octagonal rage, leaving me in the meanwhile with a head swelled up to inconsiderate proportions. (The crime had been committed in the sub-cellar, in the frenzied digging earlier in the day.)
As I stretched my legs, I obstructed the traffic near the bin of mandarin oranges, and customers lumbered swervingly aside.
The first thing I had noticed?
I had been bitten by a spider.