…as a starveling belches his odourless wind…

“It’s a poor trick that consists in ramming a set of words down your gullet on the principle that you can’t bring them up without being branded as belonging to their breed.” – Samuel Beckett

The picture is from the holocaust memorial in Berlin. Somehow, I’m trying to string these things together in my head. The importance of questioning everything. The importance of being able to say, ‘no’. Power unaware of it’s own futility and the inevitable breach between us all.

Recorded August 20th 2012. Organ, guitar, tape loops, delay.


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