Numinosum Radio episode 169
The moment at which all lights pass through all other lights.
[for hm-hm-hmmmm]
Episode 168
I’d been let off a bus at a stop near a small town late at night. It was dark, and there were really no sources of light to be found on this two-lane road that led towards the town itself. My goal was in town, a place to which I had some old connection, and where now I had some kind of personal business that needed to be dealt with. The bus had let me off well outside the town proper, and I had maybe a few miles to walk through the dark, and now also the elements, as it had started to rain. I didn’t much mind that it was raining, or that I was underdressed for this weather. I would run the distance of the long, straight road, and by running, though this may not itself keep me dry, it would offer some other form of protection. Maybe. It was yet to be tested, and I wasn’t sure my premise was correct, but it seemed that should work. I was also quite sure that I would encounter people, or maybe just one person, along this road in the form of oncoming traffic. Someone would for certain see me as they drove past – I just knew this to be the case, and there was nothing for it but to be seen by them. I could already envision in my imagination the twin, round headlights of the approaching car, and of it driving past in the opposite direction.
[for just intonation]
Episode 167
Near the bathrooms I found a large cockroach hanging out. Just sitting there in the path. Sitting? Standing? Just there in the path. “Hey, buddy,” I said, “what’re you doing?” No response. I considered nudging it with my shoe to see if it was alive, but figured that would just be rude, so didn’t.
[for electric guitar, electric guitar, electric guitar]
Episode 166
This was not simply frustrating – it was exhausting. It was utterly dispiriting. It seemed that any direction I tried to move in was blocked, inexplicably. What’s more, there seemed to be a definite reason why it was blocked, but I was going to be the last to know what that reason was.
[for electric guitar, synth, and fishwalk]
episode 165
Ants / they can’t get /
Across the wires
So they follow / the wires’ / curve
[for cello, small dogs, acoustic and electric guitar, drum & small dogs]
episode 164
Murky were the eyes that fashioned the face
And murky again was the face.
[for kelp and the mild milkweed]
Episode 163
and still burst is (to) that which resolves
[for electric guitar in just intonation and drum]
episode 162
Is that what we’re up to now, drawing fishes from milk?
[for synth, electric guitar, the trains and demolition]
Episode 161
It seems to me a reclamation of the animal, the somatic, the body and its directives. And its inherent friendliness.
[for electric guitar, cello, and two small button-dogs]