Been busy with band and personal stuff like always,but here is the new issue of Cryptic Inscriptions.Two more issues are left for 2013!!! Enjoy them while it lasts....
All Reviews by Joe:
Church Whip "Psychedelic Nightmare" LP, State Poison "Self Titled 12 inch" LP, WhereAreYouLiam "Case of Liquid Melancholy" LP and Tribes of Neurot "Adaptation and Survival" The Insect Project LP Review
Poems by Joe
Am I Transparent???
Poems by Masami
A Shot in the Dark?!, Armchair Arachnid, Hypnosis of Hades and Dear Delirium
We hope you guys enjoy the new issue, and once things slow down a bit we will get to work on the Sept/Oct issue..
Saturday, August 24, 2013
Dear Delirium
Dear
Delirium,...
Dear delirium,
you are no longer that waning image I'd once in childhood knew, & so holding
a revolver loaded with so many rounds of possibility why choose to fire so few?
Clowning around with your awkward ankles filling these skinny shoes, this bar
band boredom a baleful blemish of this (?idle-ideal?) “Blues”, but he's not
your typical style of specimen who you could consider all “really” here or
there. For we're in that nonsensically natural moment named everywhere....
& well it seems darling that our daylight hours grow numbered amongst those
proposing few. Her gut to pale to tell these courting fools what she'd really
like them to do! I'd assume your sense of logic is even a riddle to you. So
once more these loose strings snap out of the moments tune, & it’s been
such a long time. Since you've weighed your quarters out on the back of a dime,
powdering your pills in private places, wearing those “soulless” shoes wrapped
about without laces. Perhaps in thirty days I'll piss out all your traces...
The Hypnosis of Hades
The Hypnosis of Hades
Savant of
emotional sciences, your psychic scabies are a shamanic stone shock waving our
senses into a state of Samadhi. Constructing a temple “Independent” of glass
insects squirming through the watchers “I” ?? These accretions aging our arms
into an intense acupuncture of those adolescent archetypes rewriting our
histories to restore that lost moment. Laughter centering at the source of
medicines that remedy the serpents bite! As imposing limits were lifted in a
focused fashion. For these days our hours didn't set to float by in the faint
light of an evening’s fog, & oh what memories had we been trying to forget
all these sleeping years? Their symbolism seen through strangers that surround loose
legged tables... A stolen youth?! & this silent scenery subsides into these
wide open shadows in a lovers gentle embrace in this affair of opposites, Oh
how we once were an imperfect pair striving for that piece of perfection,
Nurturing these nuances within to accumulate a fleeting sense of protection, but
what legacies would we have left behind in our wake unstable heir?! As
fluttering confusions became the only mirror these obsessions ever saw inside
of your blackening heart...
Armchair Arachnid
Armchair
Arachnid
In that crowded
square where youths have aged. A gaggle of tongue dragging dogs rage in heat
for that same bitch, a left footed stance... The slobbering scrotums are
shafted! & in those halfhearted motions she keeps her bitter hands busy. You
won't be near long, as our fleeting conversations are as shaded as the
sunglasses of passersby ignorant of a street performer’s song. For it's a
complicated coin toss, a caress full of a thousand beautiful confusions! But it
seems I'd rather sleep the rest of these days away in a chest full of rum, peeping
through panes of protracting piano pieces, & without a single word spoken
in your ear can you hear me? Visible as you are in such an occult sense, but
I'm panhandling downtown for a hitch as you left in a cab of comforts. Taking
your memories back to that place you'd once called “home”, & if I could
feel that lost sense that had touched those tingling nerves, would this angelic
pulse fall maddened?! These ancestral echoes the lore of a psychic estate
passed on through the umbilical cords tying those loose knots in aged family
photos... Origins & clues scraped from a dish of subconscious placenta.
Smell the fresh blades of the cemetery grass baking in the August heat, be
them... Ants crawling along naked window sills in a movement of black dots your
outstretched arms rubbing these reddened eyes with vain thirsts of vision
quests.....Is magic dead?
A Shot in the Dark?!
A Shot In The
Dark?!
Seven
Rotations....... Inspirations flashing by in the snap of a camera lens, wavering
into this wandering wood before they're captured. It's that shadow of a
playground writhing with spiders eccentric through the bite of age! Where
memories timid lips were tightly sewn shut, those tasteless tears, Fickle as
the salty aroma of bedside fantasies, A crooked “doctor”... but in these lucid
imaginings there lie awakened avenues momentarily dormant in a pale cabin of
moonlight. Coincidentally stumbled upon as an intriguing book calling out to
you from a crowded library shelf, & the panic in her cries resonate through
the deep space of this dead connection..... Oh how these retreats home hover
over the waning light of a white hospital bed. As daybreak of dreams lie curled
in a cocoon of confusions, silent as the isolated nature of the junk sick who
solely vibrate loquaciously in those nauseating hours! & these questions of
chance dangle before eager eyes. Persuaded by the flickering intrigue of a
psychic compulsion to come clean, for these autumn leaves have begun to wither
& rot like muses of poems penned in lifetimes before. Callous as the
jealousy of affections! but maturities measure through matters of patience...
& so the second act gently unfolds in a cascading wash of tie dye premonitions,
& with your world packed up over your shoulder your imagination begins to
shuffle about anxiously in circle of questions?! Curious as to if the intrigue
of this wanderlust that strays could lead these aimless ankles to the warmth of
a cozy night daydreaming
beside friendly fireplaces. A withdrawal from the familiarity of the nine pentacles
adorning childhoods nostalgic gardens. That gather with the waning shadows of
momentary tribes bonded by a universal empathy, but these tendencies are
elusive progressively evolving as the expansion of consciousness..... A shot in
the dark?!
Am I Transparent??
Am I Transparent??
Sometimes I wonder am I
Transparent? A figment of an
imagination, a thought that has yet to be conjured, a fire that has yet to be
ignited?? I often stare through the glass and I wonder if my insanity has
gotten the best of me or that I myself am the insane one? Reading through
papers and listening to the ticking of clocks. A time period that seems to
leave me in limbo and a cold step that has me immersed in state that only I can
break free from. I often wonder if I’m just some experiment that has been
tossed among the wolves. Trying to figure out what is the meaning of everything
in my surroundings?? My mind corroding and my fingertips fading away at the
dreams that I once held dear, take me to a far off land and restrain me from
the fears that hold me back. To achieve immortality one must break free from
the prison one builds for himself. The beast beckons as man tried to silence
him with the swipe of an axe. You can’t kill what’s within and you can’t kill
the spirit that is immortal from the flesh. Transparent now and a visionary in
futures to come…
Tribes of Neurot "Adaptation and Survival" The Insect Project LP Review
Tribes of Neurot “Adaptation
and Survival” The Insect Project LP
Tribes of Neurot, the
ambient/noise/experimental alter ego of post metal/atmospheric sludge legends
Neurosis, go even farther on the atmospheric end of the spectrum compared to
Neurosis. “Adaptation and Survival” The
Insect Project was a recording that featured nothing but
insect sounds and various electronics, guitars, bass, synth, and drums. The only thing I can say about this album is
they did a damn good job at piecing it all together. The mystery that surrounds
the band too also intrigued me a bit. The band apparently has various members
of Neurosis but also various collaborators that make appearances on this album
as well as other albums. The sounds all
seem to connect to each other to make one piece. The pure genius of combining field
recordings of insects with ambience adds a more haunting approach to the
recording. You become lost in a trance,
while the various sounds and samples the band produces lock you in where you
can’t escape. I recommend checking out some of their other material. I guarantee you will not be disappointed and I haven't experienced one their live sets but from the videos I've seen it definitely seems to be quite an experience!!!
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