Sept/Oct Issue of Cryptic Inscriptions

This is a pretty intense and extensive issue. This is the first issue to feature reviews and poems by my brother  Masami Soranaka and myself.I divided up who did what in the issue down below.

Reviews by Joe:

Oxbow "Narcotic Story"LP, Burial Chamber Trio "Self Titled"LP, Samhain "November Coming Fire"LP, Saturnine "Self Titled" EP and Sunn O))) and Boris "Altar" LP

Reviews by Masami:

Adolf Plays the Jazz "Form Follows Function" LP, Atrium Carceri "Reliquiae" LP, Beyond Sensory Experience "Modern Day Diabolists" LP, Grouper "Dragging A Dead Deer Up a Hill" LP L.A.Lungs"Cryptic Snuggling"LP and Yawn "Open Season" LP

Poems by Joe:

A Simple Fuck You Would be Nice, Elegant Swan and Corroding Under Repetition

Poems by Masami:

Mellow Mirrors Melt, Shanty Slum Squalor( Were Never Returning to this Town) and Amorphous Idiom

A new issue is being discussed,until then enjoy this one as Hallows Eve approaches...

Amorphous Idiom

Amorphous Idiom 

 Conscious.....The conception of breath. Slowly ticking like the orgasmic spring of

 death. As the fallen fragments of shadows are painted beneath a genetic anatomy,

 & these pieces of fiction bleed with broken shards of fact. As most poetics are

 dreamt through the pages of a novel, These melting faces spun in a web of stories,

 a line of instruments tuned accordingly to the melodies their lungs echo. Either

 shallow or deep, speculated through this telescope of isolation, & we find

 ourselves distant from that once close point of axis. So I gaze out alone about an

 empty symmetry of grids.Pacing by idly as the world runs to the chasing sound of

 a heartbeat, & these apathetic hills stifle the distant horizon. Lying beneath

 sluggish blankets of comfort, those lifeless hands will never lay claim to this

 world. Until your gasping lungs are relinquished, crying out into the stars.

 Mesmerized in the motion of these words, your rippling thoughts succumbing to

 the serenity of an apoplectic pond, Vibrations trickling down my spine like

 raindrops falling off the limbs of oaken branches, & these trembling waves have

 swallowed the shifting snake, Submerged within her fathomless depths,conscious

 of a daydream you find yourself drifting through ,like the man who soundly sleeps

 beside an empty bottle.Your days fading together in a tumbling row of dominos,

& how these personas seem to diminish like the flickering of a lamp shade. As we

 desperately cling to the nostalgia of those passing moments, your eyes hazy &

 worn.A frozen shade of pale grey, & Death was the sole conception carved in this

 concrete comedy. This collective imagination was observed through itself, Either

 vast or microscopic, the shroud is cloaked or unveiled. As your thread slowly

 singes into the dust, an unpredictable curtain that descends upon us all, & the

 devouring drone of a gong resonates in abstract patterns of frequencies. Shaping &

 shifting a formless expression that geometric characters & letters tend to dilute the

 void of it's nature.    

Corroding Uner Repetition

Corroding Under Repetition:

  The clock keeps turning as I keep awaking to the same only thing that I can’t seem to escape. Under the microscope I’m being observed under pressure I seem to burst. Exploding like a time bomb that has been ticking ever so long. As I begin to rust from the same old routine, I can only exclaim get me out of this box that I’ve created out of my own greed and shame!!

Shanty Slum Squaler(Were Never Returning to This Town)

& The Equinox falls, so drench the goblet with that potent elixir of mead, sweet as those forgotten days of summer. That sensation bitter as the taste of winter, & we're cruising past those colorful highways. These downtown alleys cloaked as busted bar lights flicker across the greasy windows.The winding streets roaring with drunken floods of bikers. Jackets & faces woven in leather. Got a couple a cheap tricks clinging to the back of their cycles,looking withered as the animal skins their alphas adorn. Revving engines & waving American flags around a Masonic lodge across from this shanty town. That gravel dirt road drifting with sand swept grounds, graffiti littered about its grimy tabletops, piss ridden dumpsters, & broken down fences, & the melting tiki faces drawn along the walls are gazing back at me like a witch doctor with a demented smirk. As parades of social animals scatter,congregated in segregation. Those thrilless thrill seekers,stoic as statues,a dystopian carnival of mirror house characters. These burned out winos glued to bar stools, lonely as the blues mans tune, & In the bright eyed faces around I see shadows of those dreamless old drunks in their distant mirrors,looming.... & The voice of ignorance yells FUCK! At the top of its lungs at the switch of each word. So I guess the dog being walked across the bar wasn't just a figment of my imagination after all, & A belligerent line of bikers storm the joint like they own it, one claiming “Romney was America's death vote Obama!”, A man who was partying it up on the other side in a White House division of hell owned by two sides of the same coin, Ha! Then again a vote, what a fucking joke, another silent scream covered up like the marksmen who fired the bullet in Kennedy's head, & that choice assumes the role of Lee Harvey Oswald as Americas voice lies at the bottom of a ballot box, stifled & dead. Staring down the barrel of Jack Ruby's gun.The electoral college rolling the dice for you, just like your “friends” at the C.I.A.Guess they're still spraying L.S.D in the air to create that fascist fantasy you believe is democracy. Laughter the only cure to life's hypocrisy, & that smell of sweat, booze, & cheap cigarette smoke cloak my essence in their aura like my looming shadows, hidden like the tin flask in my pocket. As these interludes of silence project a ghastly noise, & then the ritual vibrations commence. Magicians evoking energies to invoke a primal essence long lost in the devourers. Those adherents spiraling in possessed circles, the altar held the throne & our theater was the floor. Engulfed in circles of eyes, breathing down the back of your neck. A space tight as a virginal cunt, these glitches distorted in walls of contradiction, captured solely by intensities ear.

The Elegant Swan

The Elegant Swan:

  Swimming gracefully in the clear lake below, the pink horizon gives off a precious charm. Nothing can touch the beauty that radiates off your feathers that ever charmingly glow. Underneath the charm pain cultivates. The clear reflection you see isn’t of yourself. The looking glass only shows what’s beneath the surface a beautiful face drenched with the tears that have been seeking a way to surface for years.

Mellow Mirrors Melt

Mellow Mirrors Melt:

Gazing through this open window, symmetrically framed outside the mirrors of time, A scene mellow as these silver webs spun from the dissipating glare of the moonlight, That wide open space vacant as the translucent shorelines of midnight,& These drifting tides begin to flow in the calm of this shifting dream, Formless as the scenery of slumber, A cordless channel of telepathy without a sequence projected through a number, As imagination was the only remote resting in my hand, Waking just to withdrawal back to these pleasant shadows, & The surface of this canvas slowly peels away as we melt back into the sheets, Silently fading with the highs & lows of this contagious sense of laughter..... & I'd once penned a tale dreamt through a foggy lens, Scraping it for scenes from tomorrows amends, A remote viewer scribbling sentences wise as the eyes of the womb, Tearing down these towering castle walls to bathe in the vast beauty of nature.      

A Simple Fuck You Would Be Nice

A Simple Fuck You Would Be Nice:

  

Your condescending ways just prove to me that you think your better than me, you know what I’m happy with who I am. You disapprove of my mannerisms and the literature, art and music I embrace. You second guess everything I say and put yourself in a pedal stool above me. Theirs is no above and below when we are simply nothing but nothingness. Ashamed of your own prison you’ve created,I can’t say the same about myself. The mistakes I’ve made I’ve learned from, I’m not sure if you can say the same. All I can simply say to you is fuck you!!