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NEMO 017
year: 2005

project coordinator:	Michael Klobuchar
mastering:	Mikko Biffle
artwork:	Anders Östberg

The focus on this project was to use a new or already existing poem in any language and create a background for the poem

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Gydja

The Strange Metamorphosis of Animals

On the sticky Sunshine Coast
Fat bats, fruit-fed
Flap low through palms
On balmy nights,

Shadows of darkness deeper
Than the night’s black
That burrow into the secret folds
Of palms’ thick skirts.

In Wellington’s windy winter dusk
Through moaning pines
Crowing magpies soar and shriek
Their pilfering intent,

They spread their wings
And fly too close
As their steely eyes
Eye mine up for size.

At an East Cape beach
In fearful sea, alone
For beyond the reef I've seen
The charcoal stingrays glide,

Winging their way
Through waters, dark
Yet trailing longer
Through doubt-edged dreams.

The flicker of these creatures haunt
With morph of ancient flight,
Like Escher’s lines of blackened shapes
In merge from rays to bats to birds.

Poem by Charlotte Hurley © Charlotte Hurley. Narrated by Charlotte Hurley. Music and sound design by Gydja.

05:46

	10.02.2006: Michael Peters (www.michaelpeters.de)
	I really like your POEM track ... a masterpiece! Wonderful to hear the bats fly ... they almost sound like recorded from a bat detector ... did you use one, or have you studied bat recordings for this track? ... Charlotte's voice and recitation is also wonderful ....

	22.02.2006: mic
	GYDJA.....i want to hear much more of you music, i love it!

Anders Östberg

No Ones Garden

At some places along the walk
lies last years leaves in disorder
comes into memories for flora and fauna
of the remaining woods
for she who strolls for pleasure

no human hand has carried them away

Let everything be, have trust in the untidy
leaves between the grey boulders
gives new life to the risen blood vessels

Poem by Marita Ekblad. Sonic background (sinus tones) and reading by Anders Östberg. Recorded in March 2005.

04:58

	14.02.2006: Fabio Anile (http://xoomer.virgilio.it/eterogeneo/)
	I like this poem and the music too. Music has that something riflessive and intimistic I like. Well done !

	28.04.2006: fabio anile (http://xoomer.virgilio.it/eterogeneo/)
	I like this track very much, Anders. I can recognize an Eno's perspective, but your work has always something personal. I like the poem too.

Tim Nelson

Incantation

Come, horizon, hold...
Be not fidget-gadgetry
on gray dot spirit waves.
Your ghosts are omnipresent,
blizzard-blur god, black and white...
Glorious, You ride the air and extend
Your wiry tendrils to touch our lives, sing
sitcomsitcom celestial sponsor priests
sell sacred macaroni and nirvana behind
curtain number three, altar of plastic
faux woodgrain messiah, chant
lux-in-livingroom, we have come
to worship

You, we kneel
in reverence before
Thee, cyclops saviour...
Dormant divinity, You rest as
we prepare the ceremony, first light
of Saturday, as altar boys race reverent
down the stairs to lie prone before Thee, waiting...
Pajama virgins gather, clutching sacrificial
barbiedolls,
eager for your teachings, innocent disciples
giggle-witness cereal ritual, red, green, blue,
the Trinity:
snap,
crackle,
pop...
Freak Wednesday modulated god
we freeze, content
in dull adoration, watch
over us with Thy steel gray eye, anoint
us electric, accept our minds and children...

There is unrest in the temple;
sneaking nova Cains enabled
plot to steal the sacrificial lambs, as books
lobbed by the savage PTA mob
strike Thy cathode martyr face,
as crucified You bleed electrons for our sins
and radiate that haunting gameshow smile,
serene in immortality.

voices, processed theremins, bell, shortwave heterodyne and manipulated static...