nts mix

 

   made a myx

   nts confusing mix 21st-july-2023 w/ hans wagner

    The Howling Hex – Centerville Springs

    Brian Eno – The Lion Sleeps Tonight 

    Buddy Charleton & The Texas Troubadours – Cool It (Live 1965)

    Slayer – Untitled excerpt (The Jeff Hanneman Demos)

    Snakefinger – The Model (live)

    Fruity Francois & The Fortified Five – Iddy Biddy Diddy

    Blues Control – Snow Day

    Bob Kaufman – Suicide 

    Curly Chalker – Watch What Happens (Excerpt)

    Thrones – Easter Woman (Residents Cover)

    Slapp Happy – Half Way There

    Naoki Kodaka - Journey To Silius Title Theme

    B52s – Dance This Mess Around

    Snakefinger – Sophia’s Playful Pipes

    General Baby – Little Caesar’s Palace

    The Blue Rondos/Joe Meek – Little Baby

    The Howling Hex – Sundays Are Ruined Again

    Peggy Sue (Loretta Lynn’s Sister) – Apron Strings (Live 1970)

    Ennio Morricone – Barbara E Tagliente (Il Grande Silenzio OST)

    King Tubby – Untitled Dub (from Mista Savona Mix)

    Jimmy Bryant & Speedy West – 78 RPM Acetate Demo

    Chalino Sanchez – Raymundo Chaidez

    Buddy Emmons – Blue Jade

    8-Bit Arcade – No More Mr. Nice Guy (8-bit Remix)

    Henry Cow – No More Songs

takahashi poem

OX AND SLEET

 When an ox, sleet covered my horns

 And, like a bird on a TV antenna,

 A rock lodged on the tip of my tongue.

 Wind swirls the globe, and there's

 A Catholic Sister who, in her white wimple,

 Resembles an ox's hoof (the universe

 Wavers in the nest of the ox's nose).

 When a deer, a maple grew from my leg?—

 Now whether something's there or not,

 What difference? A thing lies neither

 Sidelong nor lengthwise, after all,

 And this woman breathes life into the universe:

 In one breath an ox became a deer.

4/20

 

ronnie burk poem

(collage by r.b.)

Entombed

Unfurling a banner for
“A Butcher’s Holiday”
a tin of laminated sardines
arrives
Begging for more potash
Bela Lugosi’s armpit scratches dead air
Powahatan smoking old fires in the streets
aquatic steroids
All these corrosions beneath the shell of
my reckless heart
my heart of sliced throats
my heart of Aztec tendons
my syphilitic heart of lily-headed serpents
ready to attack the creators of
The Poison Milk Factory
demon in a dressing gown
the sugar seals
a satin slipper
sputtering the fragrance
Piss Angel
It is at this point we step into the cyclone
to embrace here and there
Moments of the sixth dawn
Crocodile banks of the Nile float on Tenochtitlán Highway
as polluted cities sink beneath the horizon of crazed Empire
Ancient castles wash up on the foreheads of black-rock mountains
Pulling the tip of your beard with the hand of a leprechaun
Your deerhunter’s cap brings a scene from a movie
& I am reminded it is The Saturn Return of The Chicano Movement
Having cracked the egg of hard-boiled reason
fever
light
People gather in the courtyard to watch the cobra
marry the hawk on my head
Fat baby Caduceus, I’m through!

"the crumpled butcher paper mountains"

 

halloween music, braunschweiger arrangements

destruction - bestial invasion of hell (1984)

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ken wainio - getting rid of the ego

It’s like getting married in the rain. A coach will pull up
at the edge of the dam when the flood starts and the bride
throws her flowers at the drowned. If you don’t believe this,
go to a monastery for ten years and study the light through a
keyhole. Without moving your eye from the door cut out a
piece of sky and wait for somebody to come with a key.

The flood is well up by this time. The dead are getting
married in rowboats and copulating on pieces of wreckage. If
you still don’t believe it, take out your keyhole and study the
drowned. They are discussing the possibilities of islands and
shaping tombstones into anchors. Their children hold their
breath underwater and pray to the God of Rain. He is
holding himself in a cloud making everybody worship the
flood. He is quite fond of suffering and has never understood
sociology. But the dead come with their pogo sticks and stare
up at the seat of his pants.

If you still don’t get this, go sit down in the nearest bar
and study the runway of faces. If anyone comes up to you and
demands your marriage certificate, take out your keyhole and
blast them with a peak of stars. If they are still sitting there
waiting for you to kill your ego, tell them the world is flat and
has an edge like the table. Drop something transparent over
the side and tell them it was the argument of Columbus on
his way to the new world.