André Pissoir Quotes

‘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

interrupted meditation

fecundating life at the dawn of crushed cans point to his elsewhere

dull luck!

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…

constellation

undixplayed #7

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stapled ashes _ 001-003

«LE MUSQUEÉ DU PAPE FEMME», BABALITH

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;
Remember us
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
Only love
Knows how to marry this space. (Adonis 1984, 163)

Babalith (myspace)

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.

Abandono-vos.
Que possam desfrutar de uma bizarra viagem.


Babalith

Download here.

Enjoy This Trip!

Illustrations (cover, back cover, disc, booklet1) , gifs (babalith I,II) e vídeo (devil song), Ruela, 2009

Le Musqueé du Pape Femme, Babalith, 2009

and here we go...

I watch tv no more

In the Cross Hairs of the Cross Words

Vultures

Vultures

Vortex

11 Gillett Square, London, N16 8AZ

Sunday 20th September 2009

Mopomoso at the Vortex. Sunday 20th September.

The Best of free improvised music.

Vultures - Anthony Donovan - electronics and prepared zither, Matt Chilton - Laptop, Dan Beattie -Guitar, Will Connor - Percussion and objects. Mixing free improvisation and dark ambient drone-based music with home-made instruments and electro/acoustics, Vultures music is further enhanced by the live manipulation of the resulting sounds. Building ever-changing layers, they create an aural tapestry of great depth and richness.

The Messy Anne Trio Steve Beresford - Piano, Javier Carmona - Drums and percussion, Dave Tucker - Bass.Ex-Fall guitarist and mainstay of the London Improvisers Orchestra, Dave Tucker here takes up his other love, the bass, in a recently formed trio with two of the leading figures from the London improvised music scene. Steve Beresford’s adroit and intelligent piano playing matched with Javier Carmona’s inventive percussion work make up a constantly intriguing trio of rare melodic invention.

John Butcher - Saxophone, Pascal Marzan - Guitar. John Butcher is world renowned for the scope and inventiveness of his saxophone playing and French guitarist Pascal Marzan is a leading exponent of the nylon strung classical guitar in the improvising world. Surprisingly they have never played together before and this, their debut outing, is something of a coup for us. Two great musicians and a blank canvas.

John Russell - Guitar, Peter Urpeth - Piano, Phil Wachsmann - violin. In the 1980s and 1990s Peter Urpeth worked with Evan Parker, Derek Bailey, John Russell and with the group Makeshift. After moving to the Outer Hebrides to concentrate on his work as a poet and novelist he has recently returned to live playing. Most recently touring in Europe he has put this trio together with long-term associate Russell and the amazing violinist Phil Wachsmann. As Peter says of his partners, “I find myself very much drawn to the control, economy and precision of their improvisation, this is precious and detailed music, and with Phil there is also always that sense of narrative. I am greatly looking forward to the performance."

VENUE - The Vortex, 11 Gillett Square, London N16 8AZ. August 16/17/18 Doors open 8 pm.

Dalston Kingsland station. Directions.

Admission £7 / £4 concessions

Booking tel: 020 7254 4097. On-line www.vortexjazz.co.uk

www.mopomoso.com www.myspace.com/mopmosonia

mail to - info@mopomoso.com past concerts on - www.youtube.com/mopomoso

NB: Our August concert, Fete Quaqua, was recorded for BBC Radio 3 “Jazz on 3” and will be broadcast on October 12^th.

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t/e/m/c

Toxic Engine Mind Control

Unacceptable

cats

from the Sniper's Window Movements Extreme

add and return n.13 with Maria Grazia Galatà

i d c a r d

Sniper's window--movement of the extreme

add and return n.9 with Pino Fasulo

fade to green (undisplayed #2)

1862

add and return n.12 with Nole biz

Promise . I've Got You Covered

what we agreed upon was a sumptuous alleyway 　 juniper logged a complaint searching: from somewhere to agreed point of inner distinction 　 halo mirroire 　 jasper in the outpouring pax the ledger of grace 　 promise i've got you covered 　 hand me the star light penetrator 　 emerald 　 a manifold lense 　 bent at the ends a beating dwells in sense 　 cutting develops a face a suture acts as brace 　 we tried for so long to reel in the wet wife the blood that we could not live apart from 　 what we saw of her was a wet dress 　 we forgot her body 　 only saw red 　 lets sew her up 　 leave the city the mind the priority 　 come to nature happens once in a lifetime 　 that is the deal its not about personal appeal 　 its love with arrivals without endings 　 sorrow could treat us like lesser beings what letter we wrote 　 was the final preening 　 all these birds are ready to fly 　 come to color don't deny 　 whats black is white 　 so watch us go down on our knees port the position 　 hand over keys 　 relationships must give 　　 kids gotta undo their hips 　 kids gotta kiss the bliss 　 kids gotta see their race 　 kids gotta know the temple exits the place 　　 a passive filter to learn the partnerships 　 those are the hives and these are the minions 　 however 　 a man dips his toes into a stream whenever he stops 　 he goes green 　 focus 　 give him the benefit of the scene we bridge into silent retreat 　 a gathering 　 true to character 　 hearts on fire 　 balancing err 　　 the form takes the norm eyes and ears soar 　 feathers make singular 　 from up high 　 down becomes a door 　 golden with softness a factor for more 　 heal, son 　 this is four

then of the weather, interminable eve

the first floor to see the evening patient _ into the evening machine _ went home from evening _ she found him in his evening _ moreover there was less evening _ oldest evening _ went well in the evening _ before the assembled evenings _ relatives and evenings _ relief and beautifying of the evening _ the druggist came out this evening after dinner _ such jokes in the evening _ the evening of to-day? _ a small evening supply of sugar _ the evening anecdote _ presbytery evening chat _ morgue o'clock for the evening evening _ of the evening before _ at last one evening appeared _ fresh air in the red of the evening _ the evening was charming _ passing along the evening side _ and from that evening his illness recommenced _ till six in the evening

trident

Devil Song

cannibalism over the centuries

| a stock of 300 small murano candies | cold wind upon the backs of the yellowing nursery | convulsive tv acids | operating | acid frost | above the loyal japanese robotic puppylaw | the pope had his tuesday blue hallucinations | young indian girls and larvae all around his aorta | native pollinators attack in her home | murky green supervising the marriage | obsessive compulsive disorder nests | a voice that keeps on calling | being fascinated with counting | the killing dogma convulsion | everything they do is sexual | open the envelope regarding what can be filmed and displayed | darwin went out canoeing some five years ago | dans la grotte richement décorée | those second basemen are like summer basketball psychic orthodox vampires | 90% of hives | battle after battle |

Folsom Prison Blues--J. R. Cash

lowres asemic, 2008, B

Bitumen Market

I leaned forward, and made a web of my fingers.

No use.

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.

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