i am now in love with these showa era generic sleeves
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last year around now
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san-lyn records, 1979.
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Lamu Island, Kenya. Photo Sandy B
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Ana Mendieta, Flower Person, Flower Body, 1975, colour photograph
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mishio yoshiharu
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Beauty:Beast fall winter 1998
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Yvan Goll, transl. Michael Bullock
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ready made records, 1983. the screwy vocal processing on this song draws the associative likeness of tanoshii ongaku, or at least morio agata's psychopomp tone thereon. his voice taps me over the vessel with an ashplant stir of metal lethe.
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Trepanning instruments, circa 1790
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edging elliptics tend into angelic diction, airwilt and whet the word larmescent, match the stems and string in flame a crosshatch to recall. of its essential elusion, time trails to tear a snailing hearse in diffuse peaking sequence, invert remembrance pulls you out by its stitches
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in my dream i was hatched almost amnesiac on a dirt road stitching farmland, slashed and intrepid with manure, bullion of sodden smells and rotting squash. my sight locked onto a group of working men, wrung in dusty, embossed rolls of heat seen among car exhaust, or the golden ripples of media empire signage, hacking and plowing the field, adaptive violence turning over the earth. starting away, on the other side i caught a dislocated slow shutter glimpse at a creature hiding in the trees, dullness aided by the haze. at its trough, my auntie tried to tempt me with locks of my father's hair. there was something of a submemorial inheritance setting in, but it was too early to tell. before me and before me, it was already tilled
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the herb Ypericon repelling a demon聽
Tractatus de Herbis, 1440
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fontec, 1988. it's a surprise to see this release date alongside the sound of the album, whose title translates to baby breath. echoing frissons of folk festival oriented jishuban records of the seventies, sustaining the same vocal beams and gossamer twined buildup of affective pull through dynamics, group harmonies, and compositional segues as wataboshi well before them.
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