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I'm Here
08:54
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there are many signs to m’ville but no town itself
it is
one hill after another
lately, i'm unable
though the outer world is so captivating
in this morning i could sit in the sun
this april has no secrets budding,
only the mud of yesterday it snowed
a host of my own thoughts which
are deeper worlds than any
i am enamored, anyway with the hills
i am just, resting
on the road i had the strange thought i may not love anything
life is to invent a want and hold
death as i was coming away and then back towards
and still to go on differently
on the back of the sunday freight
to return to that stone i sat on, telling you this is where i began
like sin, moths that swarm
along the banks
now that it is warm,
we can grow nothing and let the world do the rest,
turn green and etcetera
i know in living i grow fainter
like a body
resting on the unsentimental river
carried down, that is something
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I'm Listening
11:29
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all was forgotten; as acquaintances in a coffee shop in fact; a dream that we met again; no ill will; no pull; stranger to myself and yourself, who comes and then goes; to put to rest (the poem about there being no grave); kids collapsing false intimacies like milk cartons in the backyard; the great river severed in struts of the rip van winkle; lovelessly; not to watch me wash blood from my hands as i had watched him in the bathroom of keene; before the unconscionable killing of the two deer i saw through your bedroom window; an idealized peaceful resolution; not some cry to the madonna; bare of any feeling as could be imagined; or we met for the first time; a series of dreams repeating: we never met
i often dream of peaceful resolutions; the way rivers come apart; no ill will; no pull; walking home after some long ago conversation or moonless night; mutual understanding; a memory of sitting in the field in the duskening autumn; an acknowledgement of the parting of friends; no great feeling except for the land or a forgiveness i have not earned; my gratitude if it did not burn
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I'm Open
09:31
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excerpts from poetry books by elena botts
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Sublabel of Synth-Me label created in 2017. NoiseUp is about to work with experimental industrial genres such as power electronics, noise, dark ambient, ritual ambient and others. Atmospheric and grounded, silent and noisy, calm and aggressive, experimental and structured. Piano experiments and neoclassics also included. Feel free to send the material to be released for free. Noise the world! ... more
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