(Don't know if I previously shared this song here, but its one of my favorites to block any distractions I suffer through.) I only wish that this channel could upload more of the songs such as "The Marble of Caresses."
(Don't know if I previously shared this song here, but its one of my favorites to block any distractions I suffer through.) I only wish that this channel could upload more of the songs such as "The Marble of Caresses."
I don't really like the ONA styled music. It's too damn solemn and serious for me and I'm into Polish disco now. But I love Richard Moult's paintings.Richard Moult is also a composer I believe. I'm not really a fan of Classical Music, but recently I've developed a liking for some of the songs Moult has composed.
I wish could redo all my own stuff in a similar expensive high quality program. But the way I look at It, if you can't be good with the simplest cell phone program on the market it ain't worth shit anyway.
And if you like that here is the rest.
Symphony #3 is an atypical symphony in that it is 2 main pieces and a third one split into 3 separate sections. It also has a theme very relevant to the O9A's existence. (Esoterically)
The two videos posted are the two central pieces.
I feel I can post this as "ONA Music" because someone who totally knows David Myatt said this was good.
The third "symphony" has a stupid veiled theme to it.
Jews vs. Arabs.
That one was the "Jewish" entry, which has notoriously repetitive folk music. As most folk music is.
Thank you anyway. And all my stuff is somewhat to obnoxiously repetitive.
So I call it "semi-minimalism" and say it is intentional. Just a hobby.
And another to compliment the "Double" reference
Drink of her; become drunken. Her waters of transcendence and beg of thee to not become tolerant and accustomed, but only to thirst for more, anew.
To eternally traverse a sea of forgetfulness and savor the pleasures while enduring its' curse.
Reflections : Black
Black is no thing but absence thereof. Black is the aether the heavens above. Black the abyss devoid of love. Black the night that births the day. Black to squander to throw it away. Where not be the light the color is lack. The essence of empty the beauty in black.
I remember discussions with Bohr which went through many hours till very late at night and ended almost in despair; and when at the end of the discussion I went alone for a walk in the neighboring park I repeated to myself again and again the question: Can nature possibly be so absurd as it seemed to us in these atomic experiments?
- Werner Heisenberg
Dance of the Shadows
Black is no thing, but absence thereof
Black is the aether, the heavens above
Black the abyss devoid of love
Black the night births the day
Black to squander,
to throw it away
Where not be the light
The color is lack
Essence of empty
the beauty in black
Stillborn
Still is the time that is forlorn
Still the spirit to be adorned
Still the night 'fore the day
Still is eternal still as it lay
Still as away
Come again
'nother day
'nother way
Still to be born
From the still
'tis the way
'twas born
From the
Still it
Was
Nine Numbers of Creation