After the End

I’ve been digitally manipulating images more than is habitual with me lately. It fits the project and i will not question it. This is turning out to be the most productive year in this go-round yet.

Usually, I create sigils the old fasioned way with paper and ink and/or blood, but I have started to use digital media with great success. I have found this a fun way to incorporate sigils, often turning the works themselves into sigils that are having a powerful effect. I’ll use ephemeral source material that I can erace and forget, to avoid the machinations of my meddlesome conscious mind.

Of course, I have done this with music since I started recording my own material, and have been gratified by the results. Some early examples are embedded in the music I am presenting below. I bring you two songs each from Choronzon and Veil Of Thorns, both from their respective third demos, incidentally.

Visually, I have here a couple of personal excorcisms that have me already feeling good.

I’ve been coming across a lot of old material I had previously thought was gone for good. I am actually capable of intelligable vocals and understandable lyrics, but damn, I used to write a lot of songs in Norwegian. I hadn’t ralized the extent of my Norse writs. At one time my English was a little halting, beyond my social retardation, and my Norse strong and eloquent. Around the house we speak a mixture of English, Norwegian and Italian, so language is a fluid thing among us.

Apo Pantos Kanindaimonos!

It has come to my attention that there is someone who has been following along here who doesn’t know she’s been spotted. Hold on to your comfort, dear.

HA! Have fun.

I sometimes work a little magick and watch others scramble to react, not knowing even the nature of the thing that happened. Having a little help from friends makes it a delicious pot luck.

Bubble, bubble soil and stubble.

choronzon_-_05_morgana_evighet.mp3

choronzon_-_06_perdurabo.mp3

Veil Of Thorns – hollowingharrow.mp3

Veil Of Thorns – Flames Caress.mp3

Excluding this: here, legal documentation of the host. I find myself incarcerated, though not in flesh, but not being beyond distrust. I revel in ill-willed characteristics that grow in my languor. Abandon your pride in conflicting channels and take away desire before hell becomes particularized.

We’ll let in the wolves and engage in the regeneration of our prejudice. Applying a deliberate crash technique we intend to bury the others in a barrage of ideas that induce nervous tension, removing the constituent drones to drown in their and our excesses.

What of amalgamated eyes blind to freedom with no hope of cessation? Who knows?

A Demon is engulfing vast fields of good, quiescent fleshy tissue; fodder resplendent in its burial garment of jubilant exposed odium in this world. We laugh, seeing the universal absurdity.

I’ve been going through some weird phases of energy and lassitude this week. My insomnia has been a constant in my life since i was twelve, and the attendant madness and halucinations only feed the fire of my imagination, so that also business as usual. Deep meditation has been easy and rewarding, alternating with a sense of needing to be prepared.

I feel another layer is in the process of being sloughed off my outer manifestation, which would explain the amount of time I’m spending, wading through old materials and old memories lately. It is time to look this stuff over one last time before I thin out what I possess. I’m taking a break from the task at hand, (namely, the visual side of New World Chaos), only to spend a few minutes doing other work, like the preservation of old recordings.

Some of my older music has been letting itself be found in the oddest places. In a way, I’m digitizing and archiving these analogue recordings, so I don’t have to hold on to any old stuff. I have three audio programs and two graphic programs going most of the time, and the computer’s being kind enough freeze but once or twice a day.

As a result, there will be a run of re-releases of old Choronzon and Veil Of THorns music later this fall. I have given you a couple of mp3’s below from the Veil of Thorns rlease “Legemet Og Stemmen”, which I was absolutely certain I had lost when I came across it amongst my photos the other day. Dogface alwqays used to accuse me of releasing too much stuff, but I think this hold up surprisingly well.

Keep in mind that these songs were recorded in 1990-92 on a Tascam cassette eight track. They were experimental at the time, within a traditional somn form, and nowhere as slick as current dance or industrial music these days. I was goig for a balance of electronic instruments and songs while trying to avoid it being technopop. I have gone much further with both these elements since, but I couldn’t do what I do these days without having done this and the early Choronzon work. I know there are bootlegs of live show out there as well. I’d really appreciate it if anyone in possession of these would contact me and send me a copy.

I just got a bunch of new music to envelop the house in from Timothy The Revelator. I’ll be telling you a lot more about this as we go along here the next few days. For now, I just want to revel in the beauty of what is being shared here.

I’ve been running across a lot of people I used to know in one form or other, and have been finding it immensely gratifying to find that they’re doing their best work these days.

Veil Of Thorns_-_Puppet mp3

Veil Of Thorns_-_Legemet Og Stemmen mp3

Syng til meg dødens navn
Vis meg fred
La meg lære deg å kjenne
Synderens latter gjemmer smerte
Jeg tar imot mine piskeslag med glede
Stående på fjellet åpen til mørket
Regnets kalde kjærtegn
ber meg å være her en stund til
Isens fingre holder fast på
Min utmattede kropp
Mitt blikk er vendt opp

Jeg kommer aldri til å forlate denne verden
Min stemme vil høres i stormens lyder
Jeg vil bryte ned alt mennesker har skapt
Sammen med dem skall mitt hat forsvinne

Jeg har lyst til å være her i hele natt
Tilfreds uten andre
Påstår jeg til naturens ånd
Jeg kan se ned til byen
Fjorden og himmelen flyter
Sammen i en svart teppe
Er der ingen som vil ha
Det legeme og ånd
Som jeg må lage min selv ut av
Dagens lys gjør ondt
Natten har blodens puls
Jeg vil rive ned alt sammen

I lied when I said before I could not paint while in the pestilent family bosom, but as you can see here, it wasn’t up to my usual standard.

I was spending many hours staring into the water, until I was seeing visions. This was also the first time in years I had picked up watercolours.

It wasn’t until I’d had a shock to the system, followed by a loving and comfortiung encounter with Azrael that I again found my voice. The piece below and my portrait of Azrael, which can be see at westgatenecromantic.net were my first tentative steps back from the edge. I’m not sure why I’m having this forfenglige mimrefest, but gettin’ visual’s habitual, I pull from very deep within to write, as I’m doing for several projects at once, and I’m shaking some things off, so I don’t have to keep carrying them.

Apos Pantos Kakodaimonos!

I’ll leave you now with some more music. You’ll find the Choronzon song, Surge of Blood on offer on the following streaming playlist. Lots of stuff here, so I figure it’s worth mentioning.
Ton Of Death Stream

Let me offer here for a limited time my lovely Cover of
Necromantic Screams – by the Frosty Folks Of Switzerland. I made this quickly fro no other reason than that I wanted to. I even tried to solo like Mr.Warrior, which is more difficult than one might think.

As I’m working on art for NWC, I’m rediscovering some of my old photographs. I haven’t had mush inspiration to shoot any pictures since I arrived in the Pepto-Bismol hued land of Florida. On the other hand, it’s hard for me to look at the best ones from my past, as they were mostly taken in Maine.

My being there was a defeat to begin with, and the lovely population of small-minded scumbags and especially relatives delivered some pretty humiliating blows to body and soul while the whole ordeal was going on. But, hey, I got some art out of it, and an unhealthy reticence around other people.

I think in the long run, it was good for me to be without my protective layer of freaks , mages and artists, just so I could stare the enemy in the eye. That and the family ghosts who tear viciously at those who remain at the rotting peninsula my family has been chained to for generations. I had a lot of time alone, couldn’t paint to save my life, but I did wander the shore and take photos of some powerful hidden spots the tourists will never see. They will not see these places even if they stand on top of them.

New sounds whispered through my dreams as I was painfully disentangling from my self. It has taken years and several releases to begin to capture this experience and subsequent awakening. Each one goes deeper, illuminating another facet, tearing flesh and bone to unleash the spirit. HA!

AUMGNAUMGNAUMGNAUMGNAUMGNAUMGNAUMGNAUMGNAUMGNAUMGNAUMGNAUMGN…….

Finally being homeless in Portland allowed me to have perfect freedom for the first time in my life. I will never let it go. Death in life is a hell of lot worse than physical death. Life does not happen in the absence of freedom. Most experience this death, but do not recognize it. They will send out troops to take their thoughts off it. They will numb themselves to not feel it.

Coming soon! The re-release shall include two bonus tracks.
In the course of creating imagery for New World Chaos, I have also completed the new cover for “Birthed”, the album by the entiry formerly known as Beyond Flesh. This will be re-released with two bonus tracks from rare Veil Of Thorns compilation releases sometime after the release of NWC and before the release of the third Veil Of Thorns album.

I just completed the download of a lovely creation from monde. We’ll be sharing some lovely chaotic psychedelia here and elsewhere soon. The attendant artwork is in process (of de-contitioning).

The following I swiped from aidanmcg. I’m still the least normal, so, where’s my prize? Note how three on this list are named for misunderstood Demons…

I was happy to find the original india ink drawing of the Veil of Thorns logo a few days ago. It pays sometimes to rifle through the archives. (Boxes of old drawings and prolix jottings).

I’ve been listening to a lot of my old material in the last couple of days, as I’ve been searching for field recordings and odd sound samples for the completion of NWC. I’m realizing how much raw material I have for the Veil Of Thorns album. I’m burning more incense, lighting more candles and generally having fun with the late summers sweet lassitude. I never was part of the Goth social scene, but then again, I never was good at playing nice with any of the kids. But what I create cannot be denied. Lately the darkness is becoming more beautiful in its delicious langour.

Case in point is the fact that the track Process Of Conditioning from Panic Pandemic really could have been a Veil Of Thorns song makes evident this growing itch. It can never be quite the same without Chris McClain on bass, he truly is a monster, with a unique approach, (I could also never play with my instrument slung down by my knees), but there is so much more. It has to be done. Plus, I was working under the name Beyond Flesh a while back, but some Nümetal travesty took on a club-footed variation of this name, so they can have it. HA!!

I’ll be offering some copies of the “Lust Beyond Flesh” 7″ soon. I’ve seen folks selling this one used for $20, which is outrageous. I have some left over from the third pressing that I’ll be letting go for two dollah plus shipping, so don’t pay more than you have to. My copies have never been played, and are in mint (Process Of) condition(ing).

Veil Of Thorns – Thelema II mp3 This track shows off Chris’ more lyrical playing. It seems the bass is weeping.
Choronzon – Process Of Conditioning mp3 This one harks back to the day for me, when honkies had ways, nocturnally wearing shades frolicking through the glades…

I finished the mastering phase of the second disc of New World Chaos, and feel everything, all at once. This is a beautiful and frightening thing, friends, stretching tentacles everywhere, you may feel it, but will not know you do, or if you do, you will most likely not know what it is.

I will be spending a lot of time catching up with my visual ideas, or rather the sounds, as that is where the visual manifestations of my work gestate.

Next: The Descent Upon Babylon! I’ll have updates on this one soon.

Now, back to the jabberwockies…

I always knew I liked Kinky Friedman, ever since I first heard “Thay Ain’t Makin’ Jews Like Jesus Anymore”. Case in point; here’s a clip of Kinky speaking a bit of truth on that monomaniacal bride of Christ, Mother Teresa. Her passion was actually to make sure that Catholics procreate and multiply, and make sure no sex education or birth control be made available to people in the third world.

Kinky has been an increasingly popular writer of funny, way too readable and surreal crime novels over the past couple of decades, but he hasn’t lost perspective in his success, as evidenced here. How much is comedy and how much is a desire to change things can be decided by the individual, but the anarchists would do well to have a redneck quotient.

I may have to move to Texas to cast my vote for Kinky in the governor’s race. An anti Arnold, if ever I encountered one, from his ill-hidden intelligence to his unwillingness to play the game for too long.

Thuis goes out to the terminally fasionable and genre nazis:

Kinky Friedman Live