Funeral for the Moon

I have a notebook. I share this notebook with Ashley. We collaborate, share ideas, and generally random around inside it - its been interesting using it and we've only had it for about a week. Whenever it is my turn to have the journal I carry it with me everywhere. I stop and write. Thats exactly what I did tonight.

I took a drive.
I wrote this poem at stop signs.
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No streetlamps here
No lights / no love
No cotton clothes
On empty street

We're all hollow and dead in
a void night
No hymns, no lovesongs
No candy canes

and most of all
No rain

On empty street

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There's a bad moon,
in the distance rising
(god! stop it -
why do I always see the moon?)

God damn the moon

God send it straight to hell
Into the sickly churning bowels of the unknown
Banish it
Bury it beneath dead leaves and dead kings
Let's kill the moon

You bring the shovels
I'll chant the last rites and then we'll
sing the funeral dirge

Funeral for the moon

the manifesto

I’m standing on seven pillows in a golden sea dancing with brilliant moon reflections
I don’t know how I see that the sea is golden in this night but I do see it and I embrace that I have new senses and perceptions
I know that the lines have been redrawn and I am in Else, the land of the nine and the fourteen
I’m looking past the sea and these pillows and I know that this is no dream
I know that there are no circus tents here, nor Adam and Eve nor Fantasy nor Imagining
I know that I can taste this land and that She is strawberries and champagne
I know that the other lands were cardboard, were illusions, were trickmirrors, were nothing out of nothing for naught
I can see a moon in the skies, pink with youth and amber with wisdom
I know someday I will reach it
But the aching in my arms reminds me that I am rowing and I stare at the sea and no there is no shore
And I know that I could drown here in this perfumed sea, happy and content, without the moon

In the Far Wood

In the far wood
We, essence
Roam and play
Never bored
We

Storm green castles and
Break green limbs
Burn brown brushes and
Worship sparks and embers
Glowing

We glow

We overflow, pinesap
Blood – we, nature’s extracts
Abstract, concrete
We are green and we are
Thriving

We thrive
We glow
We

undawn (new demo, poem fragment)

another new track:
undawn demo

with this track, i took the improvised noise techniques and vocal experimentation of rabbit and brought back some of the more classic shadowclast noise-rhythms and synth melodies. i feel it to be a pretty good marriage of the two.

the fragment:
Haste the (un)dawn of negative sun
To illumine patterns in darkness
To amplify the resonance
To allow the night to feed back on our ears, poisonous and vibrant

(i've got a black sun in my head)

I long for the night
To come and empty this place
To blot out the sky and erase borders

(how long before all becomes night
how long before the white king in twilight-)
we shall all become the night


thoughts? (on the poem or the song or both or something completely unrelated or only tangentially related or just thoughts on nothing at all at least leave a comment kthx)

new song!

shadowclast - rabbit

my newest song. i'm very very proud of this piece, this is definitely the direction i want to go with the next shadowclast album.

i'm improvising a lot of the material in these newer songs in the same way that i've been approaching the construction of the rabbit poems. my newest material is written in one sitting and i don't modify it from there on out - this forces me to finish songs. this song actually contains portions of the rabbit series in spoken word format. all vocalizations in this song are performed by me.

some influences i can hear, listening back on this track a few hours after its creation:
throbbing gristle - part two
download - furnace
dead voices on air - shap, hafted maul
animal collective - hollinndagain (and other early / noisy AC material)

i'll be posting more of these noisy improvisations (hopefully i'll become more and more comfortable with my voice - my goal is from here on out to only upload tracks with vocals).

please please please tell me what you think, i feel like this is radically different from what i usually do.

Rabbits pt. 4

Where’s your rabbit?
Is he combusting in his hole?

Did he sprout wings?

Where is your rabbit?
Has he left this hollow place?
Has he embraced stars and
Left you to gaze longingly as he evolved and
Left you behind

Where’s your rabbit?
If not behind stars and moons
Has he escaped dimension and definition?


(This might be the last of the rabbits for awhile. Please leave comments about one or all of the poems in this series. These poems definitely come from a different process in comparison to most of my prior work, and I could definitely use some....guidance, or whatever. I don't really feel like this one ends very well. I'll keep tinkering with it.)