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FOUR INEXPLICABLE CUTS & TWO NEW POEMS ALOUD IN THE FIELD

by Jeff Gburek

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FOUR INEXPLICABLE CUTS were "works in progress" that I discovered a few months ago on my hard-drive. Untitled tracks that I re-titled INEXPLICABLE because I could not remember what inspired them at first, nor the precise moment that they came to be filed with some intention in one folder. Since they were composed between 2021-2022 with the field recordings made during my travels in Krakow, Slovakia, Romania & Bulgaria, there must have been a moment over some days where they dove-tailed. Now they no longer feel like works in progress but beings struggling and alive, evolving in their own integrity to express the consistency, the texture of experiences. There are many people and creatures involved. It's an orchestra of organic encounters.

Listening to the cuts, more closely, I started to feel the themes and psychic content evolved during the compositional process: an itinerant's sound journal, a re-mapping of time over two years travel, an archeology of future strata, of Eastern Europe, sonic artefacts self-organized, suggestive sounds from peoples, places -- cut across by shifting frames of reference in the ongoing Ukranian-Russian conflict and the insanity of any war. How can I re-imagine my most immediate world as sonoscaped mapping immediate sound onto some unsounded future of possibility? I thought of this as first step in understanding how to continue, bringing art and life together in such iterations. There are no answers on the rational side but on the inside there are imaginations and mappings. Intuitively, biologically, working to shape themselves.

Instrumentation: field recordings, zither, microcassette dictaphones, shortwave radio, microfreak synthesizer, paper, sea-shells, pine cones, bulgarian goat bell, electro-acoustic berimbau (self-made), acoustic guitar, metal salad bowls, cymbal, brazilian tamborim, guitar pick-up, contact microphones, radar antenna.

Rounding out this album are two further Inexplicable items: Poems inspired and written quickly and recorded where they were written in the park in Sołacz in Poznan.

-- LEFT ALONE --
YOU SHALL BE CALLED A TITLE
WEEPING IN THE HANDS OF THE FORGIVEN
FOLDING THEIR LAUNDRY
BEFORE PUTTING IT IN THE HAS-BEEN BIN
YOU SHALL BE OPULENT SWEET FRUCTIOUS ZERO
GOLDEN EXUDING AURA OF ETERNAL SPRING
MUMBLED IN WINTRY PINEAL SLEEP
AU STANDING FOR CHEMICAL GOLD
RA RANTING RAYS OF INVISIBLE SUN
SENDING ERRATIC PERIODIC PLASMIC BLASTS
OF GEOMAGNETIC BLISS STORMS
TO ENTANGLE QUANTICALLY ALL PLANETS
WITHIN ELECTRO-METRICAL EARSHOT
DOWN TO THE LAST ERODING PEBBLE
AND STRAY LEGGINGS OF FOSSIL DUST-MITE
YOU TOUCHING ALL SHALL REMAIN UNTOUCHED
UNSCATHED LOANED INTO EVERYTHING
UNREVEALED UNTIL EACH AND EVERYONE
DAWNS UPON AND LOOKS WITHIN
THE OPEN ALCHEMICAL OVEN
OF THEIR OWN FACE RADIANTLY PERFECT
EXTENDING EVEN BEYOND BODILY FRINGES
OF THE PAGE TURNING PERSONAL SLEEP
IN THE CAROUSEL OF BEAUTIIFUL PEOPLE OF EVERY SPECIES
IN GREAT LAUGHTER OF LOVE AWOKEN
CODA (UNSPOKEN)
CRYSTAL FRACTIOUS ON THE DEVILLED PRECIPICE
YOU SHALL LEAP UP INTO THE LEAPER
AS LOVING DEATH BREATHING STILLNESS
PLANETARY EGG VOID OCEAN-SLAPPED
BOUNDLESS SHINING SILENCE
jEFFgburek april 2023

--MANICHEAN MACHINE GUN --
HOUSE WHERE THE DRONES LIVE
COOPED UP AVERAGES
WANTING TO SPILL GUTS
SLALOM ECONOMIES
FALSE FLAG VAGABOND CURRENCIES
INFLATRONS IN THE WATER
THEY INVEST IN PROPAGANDA AGAINST ALIENS
WHICH INSISTS ALIENS DON'T EXIST
THAT IT'S A DEAD MATTER COSMOS
THAT YOU'RE NOT TREADING ON ANY OTHER'S LAWN
BUT THEY GOT IT ALL WRONG 
THEY TELL YOU THE TRUTH BACKWARDS
DULL-WITTED HUMAN WOODPECKER
YOU, DRIVEN BY LEMURIAN CORDYCEPS
SELENITE MYCELIUM
YOUR BUILDINGS AND ASPHALTS
TARMACKS AND RAIL TIES LAID
ONLY TO OFF-SET & SHEILD
EARTH'S GREAT HEART
FROM THE COMING ASTEROID BLOW
AIMED AT YOU, HUMAN MANGLER,
MISTREATER OF BROTHER SISTERS
ASTEROID TANTALUS
YESTERDAY PEAKED
TOMORROW TO CRUSH
HUMAN EXTRACTIVE ENTERPRISE
TO DUST BUT DON'T CRY
DON'T CRY ABOUT LOST ART
EVEN IF IT ALONE TAUGHT YOU
WHAT YOU SHOULD VALUE
ABOVE BELOW WITHIN
ALL ELSE

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released April 6, 2023

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Guitarist, composer, sound designer, field recordist, shortwave radio poet, blending electro-acoustic, electronica, spectral comp., cracked circuits, sounding organic objects with an ear towards earth voices. Studied Javanese and Balinese gamelan and theories of Partch and Xenakis. Working with dance/theater/butoh co. Djalma Primordial Science. More than 400 concerts throughout Europe since 2005. ... more

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