Come play in the feel-dings of the awed!

Authentic immedia, straight from the horse’s mouth, hooves firmly on the ground, eyes to the cantering skies. Outdoor performances striving to mimic nature’s spontaneity, making fire from the wind’s applause and cheers from the cheeps of birds. The reappropriation of the taken-for-granted in the service of wonder: a ruler can measure, or a ruler can sing. (That thing is a who, so who is that thing?) Flow-jamming with the ever-happening. The lyrical writing of light on moving water. Emotions groan in-sighed the garden. Outside in-pourings cast in sunshine-bronze and touched up with musical fingers. Organic chasms opening and closing like the mouth of a fish made of paint swimming through a forest of art (blowing observatory bubbles) the choral rustle of each wind-tickled masterpiece dissected without breaking the skin. The skin rippling like the surface of a river, dripping bones like candles made of shifting pebbles, the eyes a hologram, the brain run away down slick nerve streets to party at the edge of time. A palpable symphony of ultra-sensual celebration…

( ( ( ((( JoyInUs! ))) ) ) )

CONTENTS

• The kNew Forest
• Re:kNew Forest, Part 1.
• np1s01s02
• BrainBowZzz

Field Recordings, Spontaneous Poetry & Random Musical Eruptions...

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The Conductor

It’s a drizzly Easter weekend in Old England Town –
would you care to join me for a psilly trip to the kNew Forest?

We’ll begin with the Dawn Chorus and a morning cuppa before I walk you through the wyrd woods to my favourite spot in all the worlds for dinner & peaceful blessings – the next morning we’ll have a pint in the local pub, and feeling vigorously bubbly, publically transport ourselves back to the City.

Along the way we’ll meet Pony, Woodpecker, Scarab, Slug, Fly, Deer, Owl, Oak, Beech, Pine, Lichen, Sphagnum, Spirit – even a pair of fellow humans!

You’ll be overtained by exhuberant verbal eruptions speaking straight to your neurons, soothed by breathey nonsense blessing your brainstem, cleansed by random musics playing up your spine like a xylophone…

You’ll be pleased you came. Eye promise.

Please enter... entrancing... isn't it?

Fingers of Light

Plain Lovely

Dor Beetle

Black Slug

Fugging Famished

Can you see him? (He can see you.)

Sir Real Eyes, at home.

The only thing that saves me from talking to myself sometimes...

BlesSingZzz

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Angular art curves cling
to reflected reflections
in derelict stars of sand
washed up on the beach
of another dimension…

An experimental film
by The Salmon Cat.

sounds sourced from the
physical imagination of the body
and its context in the clutter of our room
poetry of wind-glass and wine-chime
slam hammer twang kissquelching
spontaneous chatter splatter burp
smile chance and consequence
sit-down dance naturally
evolving compositions

( ( ( Sir Real Eyes – BrainBowZzz ) ) )

1. (There is a place in the centre where we live in) Peace
2. A Poor Excuse for Telepathy
3. Okareening
4. Wonky (Gone too far)
5. Milk in the Fountain of Whispers
6. Meducation
7. Love Your Whole Bits
8. Hey Baby
9. Remix
10. Wet My Whistle