HARD DIVINE “few can appreciate music so refined” 5.185 -- Zen Sand Con/Jur/d 7/28/2026 . for awhile becoming . and it didn’t matter; heh heh (a dualism joke) the kind all scores are bound in time so why does birdsong carbreaks SCREACHING BOOM CRASH wala wala shhhhhhhhhhh. (sh) becoming everything . becoming first time, nature of recording innit? becoming you know with certainty, its not in the file the headphones, the speak ers, or tapes, or records or instruments, insofar. out(ed.) of being, but once the body is gone what do you hear not a psycho thunderbreath there is no psyche, no ology just gravitational waves depth and breadth endlessly swallowing a trillion trillion selfimportance. Well if not BEING becoming why did you come here? inthe place with sounds, like nowhere else, even if you can’t hear time breaks when you become becoming; became YOU
Interesting morning. we went for an early morning cemetery walk/sit; another chance to make another ‘capping phrase’ piece. still working with:
“few can appreciate music so refined”
and the coincidences began to pile 1/1 top of each other. turns out Spiros Antonopoulos was doing his live full moon show out of Taos, and the moon above the clouds, was the LISTENING MOON. Dig? highly recommend, button above to mixcloud upload. One of the bits he plays is the Cronenberg part from Charlie XCX latest album, the song we’ve been playing over and over since we came home Monday
THE ODYSSEY (cliffs and spoilers) Con/Jur/d, 7/29/2026 YOU WILL DIE; youthful indiscretion die or be killed; don’t believe, something something, gods despite promises; you will die HOW modern; existentialism as vivisection a living singular sacrifice, sacrifice (no?) bigger; SACRIFICE! The west’s modernity is such a fragile thing; trashy hollow books THEY live in the gap;never to be sealed without losing conscious ness SPLAT! SLURP! SLOSH! onomatopoeia all the way down ends crunch, crack only; the living hear it you lived; you will die surprised; you admit to being already dead DESPITE YOUR ADMISSION; you will die older now; they do it to your men your dog; you kill them they won’t be; waiting sail off the edge, despite that, still making a big deal even in death, were you ever alive? DID THE POETS BREATHE LIFE INTO; a hollow. SPOILER! ;you will die
Much love,
Con/Jur/d, 7/29/2026