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Hierophanies for Goblins

by Holistic Wellness

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Hierophanies for Goblins 05:01
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Grew weary of speaking in universals Couldn't finish my work when selection of the perfect phrase took eons Attached my business card with sixty peerage titles in half-point font With unlimited time and infinite resources I could manage the waste of these importuned forces Grew weary of abattoirs and people behind bars And too many laws and not enough peace and this side that side can't side me The engine room of the world laid bare with its kyriarchal trappings everywhere A coal trimmer's shoulders, the seat behind the throne, the misdirection painstakingly honed Grew anxious at having to choose between a set of contending opinions If right mind exists then can someone who knows only filth be truly wrong After mining the first asteroid for nuclear stewardship deterrents deployed We're never going to make it to Kardashev I while we perceive other beings as less than ourselves Grew anxious as I lay, contemplating things on my list today But time enough to sit, take care of myself, send love to the haters who wish me ill Flatulent bovines chew their cud while beachfront basements fill with mud Without that mud, the lotus can't grow and without the lotus no jewel to bestow Grew distant from other humans It took me too long to realize that the sum total of my brain is nothing I can observe interactions and model quantum particles with tiny transistors But I'm looking forward to the age when I can merge my mind with machine intelligence Grew distant, that's all, clinging to suffering I recall A rousing awakening, arousing great doubt, and who is dragging this corpse about I think in 50,000 years evolutionary pressure will make our eyes goddamn enormous For facile scanning of displays on a sub-micron level and I'm undismayed Grew unattached, grew unattached, grew unattached, grew unattached
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Cantor Dust of a Slate Handkerchief 03:37
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When the blade was annealed, a gorgeous damascene pattern revealed When the hilt was attached, my thoughts turned to those who would be dispatched We can lie here and be really gentle and vulnerable together Each digit folds into the next a slow-moving apocalypse of geometry and sex When the soldier calls home, his mother's memories route through his cologne When the soldier's called up, my thoughts turn to those who've met ends abrupt We can lie here and be really gentle and vulnerable together Each digit folds into the next the Cantor dust of a slate handkerchief When the furnace was stoked, we studied the chaos evoked When the furnace was quenched, we gathered for warmth in suspense We can lie here and be really gentle and vulnerable together Each digit folds into the next a slow-moving apocalypse of geometry and sex When the gun was machined, a cacophonous clash of calamities convened When the gun's melted down, a different disaster waxes aground We can lie here and be really gentle and vulnerable together Each digit folds into the next the Cantor dust of a slate handkerchief
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Blessed be the Lost and Wicked Children 06:32
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Blessed be the lost and wicked children A benediction so that they show themselves the way I was too high to go to work on time, I was too high to go outside I was too high to go to work on time, I was too high to safely drive Your skyward eyes fell, said you felt sick I put my hand on your belly and felt a kick I was too high to go to work on time, I was too high to decide I was too high to go to work on time, I was too high to reply Blessed be the lost and wicked children A meditation for all to wash away I was too high to go to work on time, I was too high to be surprised I was too high to go to work on time, I was too high to be chastised Your brow furrowed, teardrop expelled Dug your nails into my body and said this isn't ending well I was too high to go to work on time, I was too high to go outside I was too high to go to work on time, I was too high to safely drive Blessed be the lost and wicked children An incantation that they hear inside a dream I was too high to go to work on time, I was too high to decide I was too high to go to work on time, I was too high to reply Your panicked call when you realized that I stayed I found you in a drug store later that day I was too high to go to work on time, I was too high to be surprised I was too high to go to work on time, I was too high to be chastised Blessed be the lost and wicked children Blessed be the lost and wicked children Blessed be the lost and wicked children Blessed be they, o blessed be they
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Joy in Refusal 07:33
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There's great joy in refusal, great joy in refusal Mighty weeping mudita, stretched out on the easel There's great joy in refusal, great joy in refusal Mighty weeping mudita, splayed out on the table ~ You center yourself, can the impulse be quelled Magical thinking, introspection impelled If you love someone, the greatest gift you can give them Is your presence, you're alive now And thus, you center yourself, can the impulse be quelled You're weaving a narrative, your bias upheld If you truly understand someone you must throw away your Knowledge at once, you can see, you can see now And thus, you center yourself, can the impulse be quelled Summoning a chorus of angels, dominion beheld And as they begin to surround you, the ghosts, spirits and wraiths and specters, draw them in closer, hold the kernel of your mind closed with inches to spare And abolish them all, abolish the aid Abolish the haunting, abolish the thrall Abolish the precepts, abolish the violence Abolish the climax, abolish the wall Until it's as plain as the light of day that your joy is unimportant You can sit, be alone with your thoughts And abolish them all, abolish dexterity Abolish anxiety, abolish jealousy Abolish differentiation Abolish permanence, abolish duality Until it's plain as the light of day that every idea you've ever had Is a dim, sickly shade of the full spectrum picture There's great joy in refusal, great joy in refusal Might weeping mudita, stretched out on the easel There's great joy in refusal, great joy in refusal Mighty weeping mudita, splayed out on the table

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Recorded October-December 2015 in Moscow, ID and Pullman, WA

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released December 15, 2015

Photo credit: Sheila Fitzgerald

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