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“We have become so accustomed to the idea of divine love and of God’s coming at Christmas that we no longer feel the shiver of fear that God’s coming should arouse in us. We are indifferent to the message, taking only the pleasant and agreeable out of it and forgetting the serious aspect, that the God of the world draws near to the people of our little earth and lays claim to us.”
— Bonhoeffer on Advent (via dadcrone)
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For small, frequent doses of serotonin, consider falling in love with specific flora and/or fauna local to you.
Source: I get a brief jolt of happiness every time I see a crow. Every. Time.
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philippa iksiraq, "flowers," 1990, felt, embroidery floss and duffle
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The Perfect Loop in Joanna Newsom’s Divers
In a previous post, I showed the harmonic and chordal links between many of the songs on Divers, including the awesome ‘trans-’ + ‘sending’ = ‘transcending’ that forms a loop from the end of Time, As A Symptom, the final track, to Anecdotes, the first track, in the lyrics and the music. But I was listening to Divers today, and I noticed that if you listen closely to the end of Time, As A Symptom after the clipped final word, you can hear the same bird call that is heard at the start of Anecdotes.
So, of course, I edited these two parts together so the bird calls sound at the same time, forming what I now believe to be the true loop in this album. What’s more, there’s a sustained E♭ note that hangs in the background of both of these samples, so it makes the loop completely seamless.
It’s fascinating just how much detail is put into Divers - I could write an essay on where reverb is applied and how the songs are mixed so meticulously; it’s truly a masterpiece. (In Anecdotes, the bird call has some reverb applied to it, but in Time, As A Symptom, it doesn’t - which possibly brings up themes of transformation that links to the album, but maybe I’m stretching that a bit - and that’s only one example of how reverb is used on this album.)
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“and sleep will not come. Who sleeps my sleep who won’t come to me. Other’s sleep is sleep’s peace and my sleep is sleep’s death and other’s sleep is sleep’s dream and my sleep is sleep’s reality and my sleep for my sake cried and cried where did it go.”
— Oh Kyu-won, from his poem ‘When Other People Are Writing Poems’, translated from Korean by Jack Jung, published at Four Way Review, Issue 25, Translation (via kitchen-light)
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Diedrick Brackens, “how to return,” woven indigo-dyed cotton and acrylic yarn, 2017
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I miss when I was a fish. When I was bones. When i was ferns. Sky. Whales. bug. Peace. Occasional brutal death for the sake of the ecosystem. Easy life
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