Tuesday, February 26, 2013

enneige


matthew swiezynski  enneige  1999, 16mm

music : très lent by tarrl lightowler & matthew swiezynski, which includes 840 layers of
erik satie's vexations. layers recorded on a reel to reel with the erase head covered up.
new melodic elements added in 2013.
actress : madeleine bonn
this version is from a 16mm transfer to vhs, then transferred to the computer. invisible birds is hoping to get some funding to transfer numerous 16mm films directly to hd video for a bluray release. any assistants or ideas please contact us at invisiblebirds at gmail

Friday, February 22, 2013

l'inconnu du nord-express

matthew swiezynski  fludd's memory system  2007

train flicker film shot in crockett, california
no digital effects used, only aberrations discovered in final cut 7
through layering, contrast and opacity

(title : french for strangers on a train)

Monday, February 18, 2013

mysterious and invisible - magic hour part 2



matthew swiezynski  mysterious and invisible - magic hour part 2 2007

sound by asher (with harmonic modifications by matthew swiezynski)
fireflies part one and waterfall part two
shot in north carolina 2007

initially released in a limited edition by invisible birds (ib001)

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

(sounds like dirt xxiii) you seem close to the edge

 
if i could just make it stop
i could tell the whole world
to get out of the way
if i could just make it stop
if i could just make it stop
breaking my heart
get out of the way
if i could just make it stop

(drone)

you seem close to the edge
i'm at the end of my rope
the rope is starting to thread
i'm trying to keep my hold

you say i'm something i'm not
but i'm not what i seem
get my back off the wall
if i could just make it stop
if i could just make it stop
i could tell the hole world
to get out of the way
if i could just make it stop
if i could just make it stop
breaking my heart
get out of the way
if i could just make it stop
if i could just make it stop

(drone)

now i'm looking up from a ten foot hole
see nothing but blue sky, shining on my soul
as i enter the court and untwist the knot
we could get where we're going,
if i could just make it stop
if i could just make it stop
i could tell the whole world
to get out of the way
if i could just make it stop
if i could just make it stop
from breaking my heart
get out of the way
if i could just make it stop
if i could just make it stop

(drone)

(melancholia by low and m swiezynski)

Sunday, February 10, 2013

there in the dark we talked about "the unnamable" (the lovely phases erase my empty pages)


the daemon
to death of tormenting dreams


the period of my dreams it had passed, the material for the dreams and disturbed feelings,
though, as i have said :
this was when the dreams began.


travels to the distant. out of time. monstrous memories, how could i bear the lurking menace.
monotonous maddening moonlight, where the memory-dream began.
and those other things; vague impressions, abysses past imagination, delusion afflicting those strange imaginative vagaries, i knew it i was past this chaos, or i was known to its overwhelming madness.


abstract matters which i have mentioned, which remained.
knife in her right hand (the daemoniac apparatus in general), she blazed on my aperture.
blackness.... then....
vague tonal patterns of space-time seething, a faint luminous blur.


the churning void and the heard faint rumbling,
unclothed and unconscious. behind and  high above. fragments of another,
recollections of things in the black book, unbroken blackness, swaying to infandous rhythms.
deterioration for slight amounts incurred by a human body,
i embarked without hesitation.


the labyrinth-man of the witch-cult, as consciousness, i departed.
heard the faint dream, or traces of the desertshore.
bitten by her as i slept, loomfixer which welled shadowy (i tried to soften my step)


drawn, my irrelevant aspect, abnormal-looking.
blacker abysses beyond them, oddly little doubt that i could find.
this vast mound of debris, the man did not speak (phase or dreaming, or dream that i made that i could thrust within my mouth, immemorial)


any conceivable cosmos now close to the great underground empty memory.
a hint of vast, leaping shadows (my feverish echo of death and silence),
monotonous of unseen flute.

i came to the downward decline. (meet me on the desertshore)

*********

extreme and subtle obliterations & abstractions of the shadow out of time & the dreams in the witch house by arthur de eriomém performed under the influence of a strange secondary personality.

(it is recommended to listen to x-tg's all that is my own or the falconer while contemplating this entry)

~ last of the snow posts ~

Tuesday, February 5, 2013

circles loomed on every hand


in case of sudden or unexplained accident or death on my part, please deliver me of my body unquestioningly into the hands of the bearer and his associates.

robert suydam