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the vanish panda

About Me

"The matter of song is warm air, even breathing, and in a measure living, made up of articulated limbs, like an animal, not only bearing movement and emotion, but even signification, like a mind, so that it can be said to be, as it were, a kind of aerial and rational animal."
—Ficino, Op. Omn. (563)

changing always changing

each incarnation a thousand-limbed improvisation on the unspeakable divinity of the act of creation filtered through the direct experience of those pandas present to receive the holy sacrament of love through sound hahaha!

shit's fun.

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My Interests

Music:

Member Since: 20/06/2006
Band Website: The Making of...
Band Members: Open
Influences: you, life, death, bobby brown's enlightening beam of axonda, akron/family, animal collective, pauline oliveros, vibracathedral orchestra, harry smith, wwvv, mv + ee, nnck, other acronymnal explosions of sonic bliss, laughter, meditation, banana mouths, a deep appreciation for the perfection & beauty inherent in all form and formlessnesses, love, jack kerouac, anne waldman, hakim bey, herb, poetrees climbed and unclimbed, each and every breath, step, and syllable
Sounds Like: Ten thousand glossolaliacs writing on the page of
Nondistinction
With stampedes of sound.
An unravelling.
The wrinkled face of
Impermanence,
Crickets calling,
The mall maybe,
A bathroom stall with magic eye wallpaper,
Bowls of fresh origami,
The draining of batteries,
The neck of a bottle,
Inside of inside,
The edge of creation,
Laughter,
A path

Type of Label: Major

My Blog

Mahogany Speaks

"We move through trees now," Mahogany chuckles through a mouthful of bees. "Our dreams are the warm heart, in hand, y'understand?" She talked like this. "Our leaves are our limbs, and one day they wil...
Posted by on Thu, 02 Aug 2007 05:22:00 GMT

don't you need a partner singing in the void?

broom nowas a certain slant of sunlight is itexpression given the pagewhen generated chronological battle narrativeas his story forgot the sa curseor a sestinain my Ideaspatterns, interests, meto Thai...
Posted by on Fri, 01 Jun 2007 08:52:00 GMT

lighter even than our bones

rush or floodcarry me dreams stretched out whitecross holes wind blows pillows across eyes the loving arms are reaching silenceiscreationmay it all ways be a questi on drops of juicelike a lake in the...
Posted by on Sat, 17 Mar 2007 18:53:00 GMT

bonus touches

are youalri ghtyou are the wind inside  the dream of windpulllse all rightto know the left   in laugh in sideaching guts gonna be herecrack open wine
Posted by on Sat, 17 Mar 2007 18:13:00 GMT

bonus touches

are youalri ghtyou are the wind inside  the dream of windpulllse all rightto know the left   in laugh in sideaching guts gonna be herecrack open wine
Posted by on Sat, 17 Mar 2007 18:13:00 GMT

constellations you know julios

understanding the black brick of needle and threadthe inertia ends in the transcendenceof understanding take me stillnessthe dialectic of changebathed in sweat windowbreathperfectionineffabl...
Posted by on Tue, 17 Oct 2006 07:11:00 GMT

inseparable from the concept of the first will

the islands didn't need to be completely sanein thirty years they could be dull.unwillingly, no wonder. no trouble,no story.unexpected refuge taken in presence,a pretty hearse dumped in your lap,this ...
Posted by on Mon, 02 Oct 2006 12:12:00 GMT

followed the frog

Were I a pandaI'd chew words into stalks & speak from the perspective of a pandaTalking the perspective of a nonpandaTaking the perception of a panda& speak from the perspective of the stalkWe...
Posted by on Tue, 04 Jul 2006 03:02:00 GMT