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The Falls of Hyperion

by Karolina Ossowska & Jeff Gburek

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The Rushes, October 21 (Lift Not The Painted Veil) written as a dream passage waking, and walking, into the rushes 1 written between ripples owing something to the name of the further father matriculating would be what we could be automatic water waiting to fall anywhere now under high pressure down to earth & walk among the people unafraid & covered in hollyhocks waving very fine lines of thought attached to a stick like a dandelion ready to blow in the wind the answer my friend what we have waited a lifetime to remember before /waiting for the end of the sentence /waiting for the pen to kick in /waiting and wondering /where the next /paycheck... the flood of memory fills the gap of love in life and life in death disperses the reversal into knowing nerves that fire again & hatch inside a nest inside a skull forever woven forever weaving the magnetospheres two neutron stars once black holes merged into ejecting intra- then extra-uterine struggles to be born once again feeding hormone puzzle wrapped in muscular contractions fit to timed expansion of the margin this syllable this sibilance & siren out of nowhere such as Orionid pebbles scattered scintillant dew on unmown lawns the cirrus sky above serene swaddling mesosphere raise up the pole of the world-tent raise it down as well for these are the directions the water curls to belly out where the sun shines longest for this particular blue-bird whose tail-feathers we prize for our mother's pillow for our mother's crown that is light to fly with waiting for the mountains to settle forms into sensible forces streams to bath hands send the salmon initial wisdom of the berry born 2 stay as you are your hands bound behind head into the wagon in the world of the lira is Poland the flat 5 coin? Germany the 6? what pigment darkens so the Baltic Sea red border, red guards, rubedo order the trade of perishable gods of perishable goods these strange leaf-shapes cover the countries are the countries themselves who would rather be forests what? do you think they grow on trees? you have to work for it you have to work with it free hands form Europe afresh awake this morning history's dream they are the double-doors double-doors revolving sending souls two ways the inner or outer depending on depending on everything there being no points of view other than many only you there unite them you have to work with it get behind the wagon to push because the wheels are stuck in the mud you can't leave it to the animals pluck up your nerve many eyes in the window slits prompt cursor I can see it all from where I am standing everyone speaks about it openly now as if the pain lingering where the last memory of some life without love there was dark black fire-cloud explosion planes out of nowhere out of blue emerging speaking of needles, here's one fits into groove, crackles the noise of it's master (replay) entry of figure into weapons cache instead all cassette tapes scribbled titles, faded ink espionage of fossils "BEES WAY GONE" & when the red blood of this vine leaf runs down the walls of the Chemical Collegium discovery (itself) with skeletal fingers turns the page (alone) alone with these words encourage the young never lose faith in study of the magical science leading a childish love-life among angels know it or not you just might be *********************** writing in the same coat I wrote this in ten years ago your breath there in the oscilloscope the mouth of the earth pouring pure waters forth the chattering ducks & dummy ducks float upon

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The Falls of Hyperion
Karolina Ossowska & Jeff Gburek
-- recorded between September 2016 -- October 2017
Field recordings heard on this album
captured in Romania, Italy, Poland & Ireland.
Instruments: Violins, Steel-String Guitar, Electric Prepared Guitar, Microcassette Player, Thai Gongs, Hand-drum, Piano, Voices
Inside Piano, Piezo Mics (all reverb effects created by home-made plate echo), Yamaha Keyboard, Goa Bells, Aluminum Gamelan, Snare,
Kocioł (Traditional Wielkopolska Tympani).
Texts: Lift Not The Painted Veil by P.B. Shelley
& The Rushes by Jeff Gburek
Photographs & Cover Composition: Karolina Ossowksa

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The Rushes, October 21 (Lift Not The Painted Veil)
written as a dream passage
waking, and walking, into the rushes

1
written between ripples
owing something to the name of the further father
matriculating would be
what we could be

automatic water

waiting to fall
anywhere now
under high pressure
down to earth
& walk among the people
unafraid & covered in hollyhocks

waving very fine lines of thought
attached to a stick like a dandelion

ready to blow in the wind
the answer my friend

what we have waited a lifetime
to remember before

/waiting for the end of the sentence
/waiting for the pen to kick in
/waiting and wondering
/where the next
/paycheck...

the flood of memory fills
the gap of love in life
and life in death
disperses the reversal
into knowing nerves
that fire again
& hatch inside a nest
inside a skull
forever woven forever weaving
the magnetospheres two
neutron stars once black
holes merged into ejecting
intra- then extra-uterine
struggles to be born
once again feeding hormone
puzzle wrapped in muscular
contractions fit to timed
expansion of the margin
this syllable this sibilance
& siren out of nowhere
such as Orionid pebbles
scattered scintillant
dew on unmown lawns

the cirrus sky above
serene swaddling mesosphere
raise up the pole of the world-tent
raise it down as well
for these are the directions
the water curls to belly out
where the sun shines longest
for this particular blue-bird
whose tail-feathers we prize
for our mother's pillow
for our mother's crown
that is light to fly with
waiting for the mountains to settle
forms into sensible forces
streams to bath hands
send the salmon initial
wisdom of the berry born

2

stay as you are
your hands bound behind
head into the wagon
in the world of the lira
is Poland the flat 5 coin?
Germany the 6? what pigment
darkens so
the Baltic Sea
red border,
red guards, rubedo order
the trade of perishable gods
of perishable goods
these strange leaf-shapes
cover the countries
are the countries themselves
who would rather be forests

what? do you think
they grow on trees?
you have to work for it
you have to work with it
free hands
form Europe afresh
awake this morning
history's dream
they are the double-doors
double-doors revolving
sending souls two ways
the inner or outer
depending on
depending on everything
there being no points of view
other than many
only you there unite them
you have to work with it
get behind the wagon to push
because the wheels are stuck in the mud
you can't leave it to the animals

pluck up your nerve

many eyes in the window slits
prompt cursor

I can see it all from where I am standing
everyone speaks about it openly now
as if the pain lingering
where the last memory of some life without love
there was dark black fire-cloud
explosion planes out of nowhere
out of blue emerging

speaking of needles, here's one
fits into groove, crackles
the noise of it's master (replay)
entry of figure into weapons cache
instead all cassette tapes
scribbled titles, faded ink
espionage of fossils
"BEES WAY GONE"
& when the red blood of this vine
leaf runs down the walls
of the Chemical Collegium
discovery (itself) with skeletal fingers
turns the page (alone)

alone with these words
encourage the young
never lose faith in study
of the magical science

leading a childish love-life
among angels
know it or not
you just might be

***********************

writing
in the same coat
I wrote
this in
ten years
ago

your breath there
in the oscilloscope
the mouth of the earth
pouring pure
waters forth
the chattering ducks
& dummy ducks
float upon

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released December 3, 2017

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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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