Stone Blossom Цвет Камня
Channel: DECAYING DIGITAL
Date: 2017-08-25

Transcript:

Искорками
Падаю в тебя
Не бойся

Я не бегаю от диких животных
Я признался в любви в интернете
Я подумал о смерти
Я подумал и стал сильнее
Но она не в моменте

С чем же не связано
Понятие о ритме
Это для ада давно 
Алгоритмы
Я сделал ритм только чтобы услышали
Она не в моменте
Обезволенная
Образами эмоциональных технологий
Раздвигая корни
Ренесанс измерит нас единоборствами
Война из форм
Ваших нейронных форм

Беги
Она
Еще
Жива

I am alive. Where is your damage?

The fountain outside my window never told me that it stopped raining. 
The crack on my lip opened.

The waves I heard breathing under the frozen sea we have walked from.

I prod my chest with a rhythm. 
To stop the stabbing of liquid inside, from the ribcage to the hands.
I have spilled into your fingers, wondering where your waters knew me from.

You find my body in the rain, the only breathing part of me is within you. 
Sea will take you home. She will, she promised. 
I assemble ashes, sculpting the wave.

The bird that rose the sun this morning, I went and told her our story — 
When the sunrise sparkled in your eyes, the sea would take that light from mine. 

The bird disappeared. 
As again I would inhale the sea, I felt the foamy green wings flow shivering out of my back. 
Your hands were around me.
I knew we came home, but I never saw your face.

Stars, flowing as if reflected in the waves.
Your subsidence is the pure. Your silence is pure.
The waves I heard breathing under the frozen sea we have walked from.

 Breathing through everything, being past nothing.

Strength of your imagination only weakens our hands reaching into nothing. 
Bonding. As if broken arms of our tree reversed their last motion.


With the thinking of death
Comes the glow of being alive
Grow within yourself
A culture of equanimity in the face of dying
For stars die and oaks die
And still everything is alive


it gives me a rush to have limbs
it gives me a rush to be able to read
I am but comforted by my transience
I feel nothing without it



rhythm is a way of confirming transience
but does transience need confirmation?
rhythm is comfort
rhythm evokes the sense of transience
as for the heartbeat inside the mother
you long for it
be careful
information is exorbitant
music is not the same anymore 
ideas environed in rhythm
percussive events
tonal elements
Moral philosophy in tech industry
i first told the girl I loved her in a chat window
i have never felt more alone
the only strength I find is in feeling the dying of my heart
the digital, the mask of security
falls in the face of death
I refuse to numb myself with the pre-digested

heteronomy
escapism, the artifice of the numbed
illiteracy
in the observable ethos of the time
consider cultural fragmentation
culture is a form of defence
culture is an effort
cultural diplomacy
stating art
communication came from survival
where idea precedes form
tribal edges of fear
where information precedes its colour

if you are not running from an animal anymore
to keep living
think of death
if you can’t see death, think of it, to value the moment

in my language of choice
time is an uncountable noun
any environment is temporary
an understanding of space, a simultaneous correlation 
follows the understanding of time
space can only exist in time
any environing is temporary

wise
through the apathy of youth
with minimal imprint
conditioning into another, deeper kind
it is not upon entering these times of silence that you become awake, but 
upon coming back
into the mortal meshwork of being