tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30590903896776820372024-03-13T20:16:05.760-07:00Balkhlive, post-contemporary music culled from the pleasure of ruins. doriandra http://www.blogger.com/profile/15365342718193589831noreply@blogger.comBlogger50125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059090389677682037.post-51910729469745387432015-03-23T21:46:00.001-07:002015-03-23T21:46:19.079-07:00<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjJqRiVB75rGo8s7aOE_tLXiaRaGoEw1KpMbyzu1IcV8K4imJWKPPHqDmmdaM9QV_sVrrdnPpjQ0Wy8Cm2hs7szoRrn2raxwjbnW8skYtFV5BQLPZmZ2G4hZDVSjp0tdom7ysaGNjbMbY/s640/blogger-image--1080849552.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjJqRiVB75rGo8s7aOE_tLXiaRaGoEw1KpMbyzu1IcV8K4imJWKPPHqDmmdaM9QV_sVrrdnPpjQ0Wy8Cm2hs7szoRrn2raxwjbnW8skYtFV5BQLPZmZ2G4hZDVSjp0tdom7ysaGNjbMbY/s640/blogger-image--1080849552.jpg"></a></div>doriandra http://www.blogger.com/profile/15365342718193589831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059090389677682037.post-37447485068719400132014-10-16T16:30:00.001-07:002014-10-16T16:30:21.294-07:00<iframe style="border: 0; width: 350px; height: 442px;" src="http://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/track=643682932/size=large/bgcol=ffffff/linkcol=0687f5/tracklist=false/transparent=true/" seamless><a href="http://balkh.bandcamp.com/track/the-gentle-nature-of-erosion">The Gentle Nature of Erosion by balkh</a></iframe>
doriandra http://www.blogger.com/profile/15365342718193589831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059090389677682037.post-75459605692993594042014-10-01T08:37:00.002-07:002014-10-01T08:37:17.502-07:00<iframe style="border: 0; width: 350px; height: 442px;" src="http://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/track=1828897257/size=large/bgcol=ffffff/linkcol=0687f5/tracklist=false/transparent=true/" seamless><a href="http://balkh.bandcamp.com/track/new-decadence">New Decadence by balkh</a></iframe>doriandra http://www.blogger.com/profile/15365342718193589831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059090389677682037.post-36906136484769370812014-10-01T08:35:00.001-07:002014-10-01T08:35:25.164-07:00<iframe style="border: 0; width: 350px; height: 470px;" src="http://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/album=802212438/size=large/bgcol=ffffff/linkcol=0687f5/tracklist=false/transparent=true/" seamless><a href="http://balkh.bandcamp.com/album/desert-activities-e-p">Desert Activities (e.p.) by balkh</a></iframe>doriandra http://www.blogger.com/profile/15365342718193589831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059090389677682037.post-28505610153342638842014-10-01T07:25:00.001-07:002014-10-01T07:25:12.417-07:00There is a way between voice and presence where information flows. <div>In disciplined silence, it opens. </div><div>With wandering talk, it closes. </div><div><div style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Mawlānā Jalāl ad-Dīn Muḥammad Balkhī</span></div><span lang="fa" xml:lang="fa" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: none; box-sizing: border-box; text-align: center; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><div style="text-align: start;">مولانا جلالالدین محمد بلخی</div><div style="text-align: start;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTnyG7q4wzUWDICyqhw-wC_oJ6MgmX1ntXRjRH9D4jfUzRGIMvOOfxK4QXyuinol3FvbOKExMOyvdyzV1s7mbW8iD9AmDN5ndIvG3PRVJ4GMuESm0wFY64T2yLFPH5q5yQjssPkUzs_bs/s640/blogger-image-1505096735.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTnyG7q4wzUWDICyqhw-wC_oJ6MgmX1ntXRjRH9D4jfUzRGIMvOOfxK4QXyuinol3FvbOKExMOyvdyzV1s7mbW8iD9AmDN5ndIvG3PRVJ4GMuESm0wFY64T2yLFPH5q5yQjssPkUzs_bs/s640/blogger-image-1505096735.jpg"></a></div><br></div></span></div>doriandra http://www.blogger.com/profile/15365342718193589831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059090389677682037.post-42387795099221357182014-09-26T18:44:00.001-07:002014-09-26T18:44:46.123-07:00A traveling life... For we are blessed.<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWTW6cXaqvmSSYDJy9R7PoxM9VVoYQLcnWMEGBJMBd0HuOIfLMvDpo8xJ9qKUBS7IZkcCs0j1qxlMHidMie5aZHS5Wssi4pPRhsIRBJRqV7vChBJOpQah1_9EtEflM52EDYKNY-iIx5gQ/s640/blogger-image-1028337419.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWTW6cXaqvmSSYDJy9R7PoxM9VVoYQLcnWMEGBJMBd0HuOIfLMvDpo8xJ9qKUBS7IZkcCs0j1qxlMHidMie5aZHS5Wssi4pPRhsIRBJRqV7vChBJOpQah1_9EtEflM52EDYKNY-iIx5gQ/s640/blogger-image-1028337419.jpg"></a></div>doriandra http://www.blogger.com/profile/15365342718193589831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059090389677682037.post-21943887287691926382014-09-10T08:02:00.001-07:002014-09-10T08:02:01.443-07:00<iframe style="border: 0; width: 350px; height: 442px;" src="http://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/track=511052363/size=large/bgcol=ffffff/linkcol=0687f5/tracklist=false/transparent=true/" seamless><a href="http://balkh.bandcamp.com/track/involuntary-martyrs">Involuntary Martyrs by balkh</a></iframe>doriandra http://www.blogger.com/profile/15365342718193589831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059090389677682037.post-65263938142670348742014-09-09T20:38:00.001-07:002014-09-09T20:38:11.873-07:00You are in your body<div>As a plant is in the earth</div><div>Yet you are yes the wind.</div><div>-Maureen Mclane from "peony"</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTZFoKyx3arqKfxBhyt03txX0NDAuoL5Swg3BfJG4JAra5nFoyjVKX2JqRhpyPUxOxev5uaokItQCvFmp6_2tJNoyK8Pg1ptRzNDKOcmVQ5_IFXDvFxQsWHQZC1WmTqUYs0azVwEHTQUc/s640/blogger-image-896178928.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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width: 350px; height: 442px;" src="http://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/track=1606060963/size=large/bgcol=ffffff/linkcol=0687f5/tracklist=false/transparent=true/" seamless><a href="http://balkh.bandcamp.com/track/acetylene">Acetylene by balkh</a></iframe>doriandra http://www.blogger.com/profile/15365342718193589831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059090389677682037.post-23570782780918136682014-09-09T17:22:00.001-07:002014-09-09T17:22:38.164-07:00<iframe style="border: 0; width: 350px; height: 470px;" src="http://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/album=869708333/size=large/bgcol=ffffff/linkcol=0687f5/tracklist=false/transparent=true/" seamless><a href="http://balkh.bandcamp.com/album/dance-of-the-korybantes">Dance of the Korybantes by balkh</a></iframe>doriandra http://www.blogger.com/profile/15365342718193589831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059090389677682037.post-8351121306251367312014-09-09T17:15:00.001-07:002014-09-09T17:15:51.723-07:00<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1YlJqbvQN9Ytr27TvJyjSj0ulr0n3prrmjhEE-fqA3HFIu91Uzb7rHPtBFREnP1chx2MldZ1tc_i4DGVmCzo3bspgmyuSgewgS0pXkSMUo6UBjNW3v-JChxOxV9aU3xbjxNKVQ88qjTo/s640/blogger-image--57639190.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1YlJqbvQN9Ytr27TvJyjSj0ulr0n3prrmjhEE-fqA3HFIu91Uzb7rHPtBFREnP1chx2MldZ1tc_i4DGVmCzo3bspgmyuSgewgS0pXkSMUo6UBjNW3v-JChxOxV9aU3xbjxNKVQ88qjTo/s640/blogger-image--57639190.jpg"></a></div>doriandra http://www.blogger.com/profile/15365342718193589831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059090389677682037.post-45137844474381797602014-09-09T17:09:00.001-07:002014-09-09T17:09:08.267-07:00Burning Man 2014<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcZDLMFIrFW7qWRlWn7on_H8iXvv4vUepI3OBY7y8uKhr1Z7m5IdUAAUTk5gnMxYbp8ufd4H7Y7DOIhK4KUdzVdi-wdkSpUrCYeC-QfpH7MIVR4UZdoHp_lCbLDA6SQtXpbuiCTX3uWug/s640/blogger-image-1312006479.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcZDLMFIrFW7qWRlWn7on_H8iXvv4vUepI3OBY7y8uKhr1Z7m5IdUAAUTk5gnMxYbp8ufd4H7Y7DOIhK4KUdzVdi-wdkSpUrCYeC-QfpH7MIVR4UZdoHp_lCbLDA6SQtXpbuiCTX3uWug/s640/blogger-image-1312006479.jpg"></a></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLP7eEka21y2kes6izkyunjqmYTdcttI5acz9n03thTxP53jsjEVIejGXMGLTTmTfhqwb0HIZXEhWUM0o-RwZPT5DMHPjwpEWbr4EH8Xr_ZKfxVgFtZ0uKc0HoXVc-eA4tT9zva_BqqPo/s640/blogger-image--714479714.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">falling, snow, all over the earth. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Zen master</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTd1VOo_ix8UsgRTy6CuJbf5Dj0Bsdw7YO8CCEmWSUnpVHEWLtk3SWVMrOHRKIMAdOT6VeciL7GIvmlPV7SxCcB5CKzQqLrHgIjUIBb2QCJM7y1FkmY_bVmlohY3WHxNJhR2Rq1Wr_0n4/s640/blogger-image-1137258536.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTd1VOo_ix8UsgRTy6CuJbf5Dj0Bsdw7YO8CCEmWSUnpVHEWLtk3SWVMrOHRKIMAdOT6VeciL7GIvmlPV7SxCcB5CKzQqLrHgIjUIBb2QCJM7y1FkmY_bVmlohY3WHxNJhR2Rq1Wr_0n4/s640/blogger-image-1137258536.jpg"></a></div>doriandra http://www.blogger.com/profile/15365342718193589831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059090389677682037.post-23830759916506308582014-05-21T12:53:00.001-07:002014-05-21T12:53:47.026-07:00<div class="quote" style="width: 625px; overflow: hidden; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(215, 215, 215); padding: 10px 0px;"><div class="quoteDetails" style="float: left; width: 518px; margin-right: 12px;"><div class="quoteText" style="padding: 0px 5px 10px 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqHhsFu4Nms-e_WV0V22dEgM3evLjZ1YKvmpZh2K9aiN9nM5ydAopgDAhFPFiJpp1GM9QM19NXTpbBp71xC_R1G9tV9Xg7N-0XQZ0_dANoRM2G14kX25-I3pahN_JicRDdhvVKnIR0OXw/s640/blogger-image-20011145.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqHhsFu4Nms-e_WV0V22dEgM3evLjZ1YKvmpZh2K9aiN9nM5ydAopgDAhFPFiJpp1GM9QM19NXTpbBp71xC_R1G9tV9Xg7N-0XQZ0_dANoRM2G14kX25-I3pahN_JicRDdhvVKnIR0OXw/s640/blogger-image-20011145.jpg"></a></div>“On rainy afternoons, embroidering with a group of friends on the begonia porch, she would lose the thread of the conversation and a tear of nostalgia would salt her palate when she saw the strips of damp earth and the piles of mud that the earthworms had pushed up in the garden. Those secret tastes, defeated in the past by oranges and rhubarb, broke out into an irrepressible urge when she began to weep. She went back to eating earth. The first time she did it almost out of curiosity, sure that the bad taste would be the best cure for the temptation. And, in fact, she could not bear the earth in her mouth. But she persevered, overcome by the growing anxiety, and little by little she was getting back her ancestral appetite, the taste of primary minerals, the unbridled satisfaction of what was the original food. She would put handfuls of earth in her pockets, and ate them in small bits without being seen, with a confused feeling of pleasure and rage, as she instructed her girl friends in the most difficult needlepoint and spoke about other men, who did not deserve the sacrifice of having one eat the whitewash on the walls because of them. The handfuls of earth made the only man who deserved that show of degradation less remote and more certain, as if the ground that he walked on with his fine patent leather boots in another part of the world were transmitting to her the weight and the temperature of his blood in a mineral savor that left a harsh aftertaste in her mouth and a sediment of peace in her heart.” <br>― <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/13450.Gabriel_Garc_a_M_rquez" style="text-decoration: none;">Gabriel García Márquez</a>, <i><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/work/quotes/3295655" style="text-decoration: none;">One Hundred Years of Solitud</a>e</i></span></div></div></div>doriandra http://www.blogger.com/profile/15365342718193589831noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059090389677682037.post-83884049766812840282014-05-12T19:24:00.001-07:002014-05-12T19:24:59.438-07:00<iframe style="border: 0; width: 350px; height: 442px;" src="http://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/track=1189918992/size=large/bgcol=ffffff/linkcol=0687f5/tracklist=false/transparent=true/" seamless><a href="http://balkh.bandcamp.com/track/lying-in-meadow-under-english-sun">Lying in Meadow, Under English Sun by balkh</a></iframe>doriandra http://www.blogger.com/profile/15365342718193589831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059090389677682037.post-1923460891813436292014-05-12T19:23:00.001-07:002014-05-12T19:23:22.725-07:00“...memory is fragile and the space of a single life is brief, passing so quickly that we never get a chance to see the relationship between events; we cannot gauge the consequences of our acts, and we believe in the fiction of past, present, and future, but it may also be true that everything happens simultaneously.” Isabel Allende
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP_4UiubNlXr-FLgaguk7urHWim3I-5rIYfDX1i2KbGTKZErUaSMyFEioDRdsJv07P6fp-U565LOdTnkJPnyIvfVQc6dum_tv31v7_DyylatrgE-MCAro_g1_2-4TsieVY-YF0VOE6uew/s1600/bless+the+women.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP_4UiubNlXr-FLgaguk7urHWim3I-5rIYfDX1i2KbGTKZErUaSMyFEioDRdsJv07P6fp-U565LOdTnkJPnyIvfVQc6dum_tv31v7_DyylatrgE-MCAro_g1_2-4TsieVY-YF0VOE6uew/s640/bless+the+women.jpg" /></a>doriandra http://www.blogger.com/profile/15365342718193589831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059090389677682037.post-5006937365752969832014-05-12T19:05:00.001-07:002014-05-12T19:05:50.354-07:00<iframe style="border: 0; width: 350px; height: 470px;" src="http://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/album=406832274/size=large/bgcol=ffffff/linkcol=0687f5/tracklist=false/transparent=true/" seamless><a href="http://balkh.bandcamp.com/album/im-44-im-getting-younger">I'm 44. I'm Getting Younger. by balkh</a></iframe>doriandra http://www.blogger.com/profile/15365342718193589831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059090389677682037.post-3271295792456198422014-04-28T10:04:00.001-07:002014-05-12T19:34:22.823-07:00"...being a friend means mastering the art of timing. There is a time for silence. A time to let go and allow people to hurl themselves into their own destiny. And a time to prepare to pick up the pieces when it's all over.." Octavia Butler
<p style="margin: 0px 0px 10px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0"being a friend means mastering the art of timing. There is a time for silence. A time to let go and allow people to hurl themselves into their own destiny. And a time to prepare to pick up the pieces when it's all over."Octavia Butler</span></p><p style="margin: 0px 0px 10px;"><a href= Octavia Butler /U16KGnsGlsI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/xlARIj4d7rA/s640/blogger-image-1182666191.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRvCxAcjLiUbQ4Fk9_FkkhV7lH_9CQQ4gcO7s-W_TihFlzN4y76mMHPu12-6nIka8-JIbWjKThO4D0ipHa_ug_3iyNJWqebv3XUZNhDrh6PWQiZI3fPDk9TrTtGQbVEP5u7_Xf2m5hrn4/s640/blogger-image-1182666191.jpg"></a></div><br><p></p>doriandra http://www.blogger.com/profile/15365342718193589831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059090389677682037.post-81555074205552324342014-04-23T21:03:00.001-07:002014-05-12T18:53:40.599-07:00<p style="margin: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><blockquote style="border-left-width: 5px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); margin: 0px; padding: 0px 15px;"><p style="margin: 0px;"><strong style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">"I am caught in love's web so deceitful,</strong></p><p style="margin: 0px;"><strong style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">None of my endeavors turned fruitful,</strong></p><p style="margin: 0px;"><strong style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I knew not when I rode the high blooded stead,</strong></p><p style="margin: 0px;"><strong style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">The harder I pulled its reins the less it would heed,</strong></p><p style="margin: 0px;"><strong style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Love is an ocean with such a vast space,</strong></p><p style="margin: 0px;"><strong style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">No wise man can swim it in any place,</strong></p><p style="margin: 0px;"><strong style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">A true lover should be faithful till the end,</strong></p><p style="margin: 0px;"><strong style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">And face life's reproached trend,</strong></p><p style="margin: 0px;"><strong style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">When you see things hideous, fancy them neat,</strong></p><p style="margin: 0px;"><strong style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Eat poison, but taste sugar sweet"</strong></p><p style="margin: 0px;"><strong style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">-Rabia Balkhi </strong></p><p style="margin: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span data-reactid=".1.1:3:1:$comment165646216795274_1823604:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.0:$comment-body.0.0"><span data-reactid=".1.1:3:1:$comment165646216795274_1823604:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.0:$comment-body.0.0.$end:0:$2:0">First Persian Poetess, born in Balkh. </span></span><span data-reactid=".1.1:3:1:$comment165646216795274_1823604:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.0:$comment-body.0.3"><span data-reactid=".1.1:3:1:$comment165646216795274_1823604:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.0:$comment-body.0.3.0"><br></span></span></span></p><p style="margin: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span data-reactid=".1.1:3:1:$comment165646216795274_1823604:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.0:$comment-body.0.0"><span data-reactid=".1.1:3:1:$comment165646216795274_1823604:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.0:$comment-body.0.0.$end:0:$2:0">Murdered by her brother. </span></span></span></p><p style="margin: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span data-reactid=".1.1:3:1:$comment165646216795274_1823604:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.0:$comment-body.0.0"><span data-reactid=".1.1:3:1:$comment165646216795274_1823604:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.0:$comment-body.0.0.$end:0:$2:0">Her last poem written on the bath wall in her own blood. </span></span></span></p></blockquote><p style="margin: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYsUDRtWhSODSW1_JAjmIQRU_6L98io2-7jyzqxWcDsnQ0aiDd4GqWND38iUgZCxto9cZ_xiab5Q8eUljI1uc0fMfEhwL7JkkqXSKgpH18cadNv17erOc5OsciZMi08so72cC2fkB3R5I/s640/blogger-image--1263876412.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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<iframe style="border: 0; width: 350px; height: 470px;" src="http://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/album=3567126823/size=large/bgcol=ffffff/linkcol=e99708/tracklist=false/transparent=true/" seamless><a href="http://balkh.bandcamp.com/album/all-the-flowers">All the Flowers... by balkh</a></iframe>doriandra http://www.blogger.com/profile/15365342718193589831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059090389677682037.post-38384465238911662262014-04-16T16:19:00.002-07:002014-04-16T16:19:44.188-07:00<iframe style="border: 0; width: 350px; height: 442px;" src="http://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/track=4187917959/size=large/bgcol=ffffff/linkcol=0687f5/tracklist=false/transparent=true/" seamless><a href="http://balkh.bandcamp.com/track/let-us-start-with-madam-blavatsky">Let Us Start with Madam Blavatsky by balkh</a></iframe>doriandra http://www.blogger.com/profile/15365342718193589831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059090389677682037.post-92205688259891105292014-04-10T12:05:00.001-07:002014-04-10T12:13:03.652-07:00
Album Review-
"Balkh is a new name too, but no wonder I haven’t heard of them before: this is their first release. Balkh is a duo of Eriijk Ressler and Doriandra Smith and each side has a fifteen-minute piece of music. Quite a curious bunch of loops here, mainly from ‘voice’ sources, maybe taped off the radio, but for all we know this could also be from old vinyl. It doesn’t make a piece of sound poetry, nor radio art, as a narrative of some kind doesn’t seem to be part of it. Maybe, to a certain extend, I was reminded of the earliest experiments carried out by Severed Heads, certainly on the B-side here. The whole thing reminded me of an 80s cassette anyway: made with the easiest means – loops of voices – without many electronics and such like, but the end result was quite captivating, certainly if you had a drink or two this can have a nice hallucinatory effect on the listener. Another winner."
Rafa Segura
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