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"Leggo in dub" - Passatempi descrittivi SPECIALE per il GAAS
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Leggo in dub
LIVE SET
Venerdì 17 Aprile
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\\ANATROFOBIA - "BREVI MOMENTI DI PRESENZA" - Traccia 14
\\DEMIS ROUSSEAU - "Torna a Sorrento"
\\BYRNE w/ SAKAMOTO - "Cong Su - Lunch"
\\TUXEDOMOON - "The ghost sonata" -
\\ABA SHANTI - "Zulu warrior"
\\FINGERTWISTER - "Sad dread's journey" S_A FRED mix
\\JAH SHAKA meets The FIRE HOUSE - "Identity dUb"

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Descrizione:

* ALPHA & OMEGA
"Easy dub"
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* ZENTONE
"The source - High Tone mix"
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* atta.
"Questo istante"

Questo istante
si apre dentro di me
esplodono clessidre
si disperde la Sabbia
Questo istante
è qui
solo qui
non ovunque
né altrove
solo qui
a ridosso dell'ennesimo
adesso occasionale
Questo istante
e si spostano montagne
per far passare l’orizzonte
e si addensano le forme
per creare la luce
e si piegano gli alberi
per non rallentare l’occhio
Questo istante
dove non c’è un luogo
se non questo
Questo istante
quando non c’è tempo
se non quello
escluso da ora
non c’è niente
oltre la cornice
non c’è niente
dietro la fotografia
se non chi la guarda
Questo istante
ha solo
Questo istante
un frammento
un poro
un capello
un punto
in
Questo istante
non c’è fretta
in
Questo istante
non c’è attrito
in
Questo istante
non c’è
spazio
da occupare
nè da attraversare
perchè
Questo istante
riempie in sé
la distanza
tra le mie vertebre
e le mie ombre
Questo istante
è del mio spirito.
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* BRAIN DAMAGE _meets_ AIZELL
"Effective dispute resolution (brain_damage_remix)"
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* ALLEN GINSBERG
"The lion for real"

I came home and found a lion in my living room
Rushed out on the fire escape screaming Lion! Lion!
Two stenographers pulled their brunnette hair and banged the window shut
I hurried home to Paterson and stayed two days

Called up old Reichian analyst
who'd kicked me out of therapy for smoking marijuana
'It's happened' I panted 'There's a Lion in my living room'
'I'm afraid any discussion would have no value' he hung up

I went to my old boyfriend we got drunk with his girlfriend
I kissed him and announced I had a lion with a mad gleam in my eye
We wound up fighting on the floor I bit his eyebrow & he kicked me out
I ended up masturbating in his jeep parked in the street moaning 'Lion.'

Found Joey my novelist friend and roared at him 'Lion!'
He looked at me interested and read me his spontaneous ignu high poetries
I listened for lions all I heard was Elephant Tiglon Hippogriff Unicorn
Ants
But figured he really understood me when we made it in Ignaz Wisdom's
bathroom.

But next day he sent me a leaf from his Smoky Mountain retreat
'I love you little Bo-Bo with your delicate golden lions
But there being no Self and No Bars therefore the Zoo of your dear Father
hath no lion
You said your mother was mad don't expect me to produce the Monster for
your Bridegroom.'

Confused dazed and exalted bethought me of real lion starved in his stink
in Harlem
Opened the door the room was filled with the bomb blast of his anger
He roaring hungrily at the plaster walls but nobody could hear outside thru
the window
My eye caught the edge of the red neighbor apartment building standing in
deafening stillness
We gazed at each other his implacable yellow eye in the red halo of fur
Waxed rhuemy on my own but he stopped roaring and bared a fang greeting.
I turned my back and cooked broccoli for supper on an iron gas stove
Boilt water and took a hot bath in the old tub under the sink board.

He didn't eat me, tho I regretted him starving in my presence.
Next week he wasted away a sick rug full of bones wheaten hair falling out
enraged and reddening eye as he lay aching huge hairy head on his paws
by the egg-crate bookcase filled up with thin volumes of Plato, & Buddha.

Sat by his side every night averting my eyes from his hungry motheaten face
stopped eating myself he got weaker and roared at night while I had
nightmares
Eaten by lion in bookstore on Cosmic Campus, a lion myself starved by
Professor Kandisky, dying in a lion's flophouse circus,
I woke up mornings the lion still added dying on the floor -- 'Terrible
Presence!' I cried 'Eat me or die!'

It got up that afternoon -- walked to the door with its paw on the wall to
steady its trembling body
Let out a soul-rending creak from the bottomless roof of his mouth
thundering from my floor to heaven heavier than a volcano at night in Mexico
Pushed the door open and said in a gravelly voice "Not this time Baby --
but I will be back again."

Lion that eats my mind now for a decade knowing only your hunger
Not the bliss of your satisfaction O roar of the universe how am I chosen
In this life I have heard your promise I am ready to die I have served
Your starved and ancient Presence O Lord I wait in my room at your
Mercy.
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* DAUNIADUBWISE
"piu' tempo da passare a cazzo (Periscopio edit)"
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>> http://www.ilriflettore.org/suoniriflessi.html <<
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* PIERO CIAMPI
"Sono anni"
letta da Michele Placido
http://pierociampi.altervista.org/
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* PABLO NERUDA
"Mi piaci silenziosa"

Mi piaci silenziosa, perché sei come assente
mi senti da lontano e la mia voce non ti tocca.
Par quasi che i tuoi occhi siano volati via
ed è come se un bacio ti chiudesse la bocca.

Tutte le cose sono colme della mia anima
e tu da loro emergi, colma d'anima mia.
Farfalla di sogno, assomigli alla mia anima
ed assomigli alla parola malinconia.

Mi piaci silenziosa, quando sembri distante.
E sembri lamentarti, tubante farfalla.
E mi senti da lontano e la mia voce non ti arriva:
lascia che il tuo silenzio sia il mio silenzio stesso.

Lascia che il tuo silenzio sia anche il mio parlarti,
lucido come fiamma, semplice come anello.
Tu sei come la notte, taciturna e stellata.
Di stella è il tuo silenzio, così lontano e semplice.

Mi piaci silenziosa perché sei come assente.
Distante e dolorosa come se fossi morta.
Basta allora un sorriso, una parola basta.
E sono lieto, lieto che questo non sia vero.
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* JAH WARRIOR
"Monumental dub"
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* ERNESTO REGAZZONI
"Il teorema di Pitagora"
letto da Vittorio Gassman
http://lapoesiaelospirito.wordpress.com/2007/08/31/dessere-stato-vivo-non-glimporta/#more-2589
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* IMPROVISATORS DUB
"Serious time dub"
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* CHARLES BUKOWSKY
"Migrant Jo"
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* MANASSEH
"Creation dub"
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* MAD PROFESSOR
"Morphing dub"
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