heksenhaus- sound/text/visual imprint focusing on experimentation and the avant garde.
sjb.- some guy in new england who lives.
none of my imagework has been digitally manipulated in any way.
heksenhaus@gmail.com
http://www.last.fm/user/lokilokust
http://heksenhaus.bandcamp.com/
s.j. bagley
p.o. box 2842
providence, ri
02906
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more anticipation, slightly less anxious.
the promise of pizza and a deep desire for something somehow coconut related.
i should be doing things, but i’m rather enjoying just sort of sitting the the Black No Thing.
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holy sons on the hi-fi, late morning memories of libraries that contain no books, and it’s warm here.
the weather is hot, but i think i’m doing okay with it, for now.
a trip back out to pick up some things to assist in entertaining, tonight.
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‘they know, but they don’t want to know.’
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chilies need roasting.
spinning lights behind me, reflected in my spectacles.
life, when you really think about the process, is horrifying.
but, i suppose, that’s what makes it so grand.
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i meant to write, but i did forget.
honestly, i forgot, but that, i suppose, is neither here nor there.
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still, though, i look forward to the smell of these chilies as they roast and eating this second sweet lime.
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the sharp crack of ice cubes in cold brewed coffee.
the heavy thump of a startled rabbit.
a deeper sleep than i’m accustomed to.
and soon to the local grocery co-op for vegan breakfast tacos.
the morning, here, has its charms.
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there’s a good chance i went swimming earlier.
what an entirely strange thing to do.
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[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]hyde park, may 25, 2012, 10:30am.
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the hum of an air conditioner, a dog barking up the street, grackles calling, a motorcycle idling outside, the soft smell of rabbit and dust, warm hardwood beneath my feet, shafts of sunlight through odd places.
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anxious anticipation.
the promise of thai food and, later, sorbet.
taking needles to comfort zones, metaphorically.
then again, the metaphor as metaphor for metaphor.
maybe it’s all housekeys and rotten peaches.
and maybe it isn’t.
and now back to my joyful exile.
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[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]whole foods, austin, may 24, 2012 10:30am.
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rolling south down north lamar in someone else’s car, careful and edgy, bumping and thumping deadbeat, realising that damn near everyone in teksas drives like an asshole.
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boat tailed grackles and cowbirds hollering and clacking hellos.
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a man with sideburns down to his shoulders and a t-shirt with ‘RAP MUSIC SCARES PEOPLE’ scrawled on it in magic marker.
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overhearing someone say ‘you like tittymilk, kid? my wife, she got tittymilk.’
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seven seven and seven.
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i’ll be largely out of contact for the next week, so try not to need me for anything.
i will be posting daily field recordings and checking my email, so if you do need to contact me, that’s the way to do it.
stay safe and play nice.
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