Now that we are reaching the end of the year, I decided to compile a list of the albums released in 2019 that I enjoyed the most and would highly recommend to anyone with the courage and fortitude to listen.
They are somewhat ranked by favorites, but all of these albums are worth the listen.
What albums did you like that were released this year?
What you think of my choices?
2020 is gonna be another great year for music!
Once we inhale our technology,
Without the depth in psychology,
Our thoughts take form and hyper physiology.
Redesigning and mapping our psychogeography.
Once we automate our individuality,
With algorithms and intersectionality,
Our hardware regulating a mimicked personality,
Seeking deliverance in artificial immortality.
Once we digitize our divinity,
Machine, Man and God in an unholy trinity.
All our flaws eradicated as burdensome deficiency,
Crunching the numbers in reach to infinity.
Once we cybernate our mindset,
With emoji emotions and neural network alphabet.
Then we live our dreams inside a television set
And drift aimlessly through a biological internet.
I was waiting for a code,
Some sacred symbol.
A relic I could download,
An ancient sigil.
When spirit was made outmode,
I maintained vigil.
As vaticinations flowed,
From lips of sibyl.
I was searching the ether,
An astrovagrant.
As the eternal seeker,
I sought so patient.
Exosomatic creature,
Prototype latent.
The quintessential sleeper,
Became awakened.
I was praying for the Word,
The pure act of being.
That ear of man has not heard,
Nor eye is seeing.
Making language seem absurd,
And yet so freeing.
When existence was conferred,
And began ageing.
I was tracing existence,
The ground of pure act.
Ipsum esse subsistens,
That which nothing lacks.
In traversing the distance
Between God and back.
The Man knowing omniscience,
Logos made intact.
From towers of silicon and ivory,
In hypnotic crystal gazing revelry,
We've leyed the lines of surveillant devilry;
Encrypted webs of synthetic memory,
Nodes in a cerebral extrasensory,
Chimera from the ever looming century.
Further losing grasp of our reality,
Trapped in world's of carnal virtuality,
Obfuscating modems and modality;
A spiritual materiality,
Deterritorialist mentality,
Graphing neoblast orthodoxality.
A mechanical species that has grown,
Out beyond gravity, hauling ancient bone,
Bootstrapped on the back of an alchemists stone;
A monkey grafted to his cellular phone,
Deciphering voices from the dialtone,
Computing transmissions out of a daimon.
A corporal being reached to apeiron,
Worshipped in a simulated hieron,
Seeking refuge in cyberspace environ;
Longing to mirror the world building neuron,
We finagle a composite perceptron,
Brewed in a shape-shifting sorcerers cauldron.
We've constructed a technological god,
And built digital idols to worship its facade.
An automated judge,
to weed out the flawed.
A robotic, despotic, messianic fraud.
We've erected a mechanized eidolon,
And sold our souls to this cathectic automaton.
An elegantly spurious paragon.
An industrialized tower of Babylon.
We've collected an internet organism,
And filled its cells with tyrannical logarithms.
An exorbitant, esoteric system.
A lusus naturae in cataclysm.
We've defected our ancestral meta-myths,
And fully sundered our intrapsychic megaliths.
An omnipotent transhuman spagyrist.
A cybernetic scripturient altellus.
Once we inhale our technology,
Without the depth in psychology,
Our thoughts take form and hyper physiology.
Redesigning and mapping our psychogeography.
Once we automate our individuality,
With algorithms and intersectionality,
Our hardware regulating a mimicked personality,
Seeking deliverance in artificial immortality.
Once we digitize our divinity,
Machine, Man and God in an unholy trinity.
All our flaws eradicated as burdensome deficiency,
Crunching the numbers in reach to infinity.
Once we cybernate our mindset,
With emoji emotions and neural network alphabet.
Then we live our dreams inside a television set
And drift aimlessly through a biological internet.
Thomas Heatherwick has created South Africa’s biggest art museum – by hollowing out the inside of a historic grain silo building. Described by the British designer as “the world’s tubiest building”, the Zeitz Museum of Contemporary Art Africa, or Zeitz MOCAA, is set to become the world’s most important exhibition space for African art.
Cis white male
https://soundcloud.com/sean-henry-7/mars-soup-eels
Hesychastic bliss. Intonations blessed. Meditative pulse. Eurhythmic demulce. Anatta apperception, In an endless connection To all the boundless creations, Omni-actualization.
Afflatus gestalt Acumen occult. Diachronic stems. Autoscopic lens. These sweven revelations, In unheard conversations. Transliterating nature, Tachytelic nomenclature.
I am haunting the wires, Conducting with frequencies. Disturbing the patterns, Disrupting the sequencings. Sifting through extumaes, Connecting anamneses. Creating the fission, Inventing anomalies.
I am the mystagogue, Collecting thanotopses, Designing the pieces, Describing all its lyses Observing confusion, Collecting the gramaryes. Affixing metaphors, Redefining similes.
I am the inconnu, Of enigmatographies. Reading connotation, Inside ideologies. Finding the surfaces, Unearthing cryptologies. Prototyping relics, Amassing symbologies.
I am incarnate word, Forming our analogies, Of the analog self, Communing realities. Devising a language, Fusing our dualities. Constructing an argot, Expressing modalities.
In the words of the artist Yik Keat:
My name is Yik Keat and I’m a photographer based in Singapore. Raised in this modern and futuristic city, I am proud to call here home and it sure is amazing to be surrounded by the vast amount of culture and so many beautiful architectures in such a small place.
These series of images are a collective of what I shot over the past two or three years, enjoy!
Follow the Source Link for image sources and more information.
(a lesson in Geomancy)
how do you call this salivation this painful throbbing dancing in my mind? this is hunger pangs spasms yearning for memories i wish to make i pirouette in between the darkness and the light hoping to shatter these bones of glass to cut this flesh frame to strip this muscle memory covering all breaks, bends of my rivered veins your voice, a bravado of aria love, you echo inside me resounding all the caves of my cathedrals love, sing to me as i peel away this paper skin strip me raw strip me bare bathe me with light bathe me with dream pour me water pour me brine reveal to me my heart: an underground an earth full of diamond mine. – j. p. berame // no. 0916
All of you who wants us to check out your blog and reblog your originals
Comment and Reblog this post Let’s celebrate Reblogging. Before celebrating a beginning of something new.
(Min of 5 would be reblogged by us)
Tibetan Book of the Living and Dying
I’ve achieved quantum superposition, With omnipresent hypercognition, I’ve ommed away any inhibition, My reality is my decision.
I’ve awoken my entangled atoms, Through transcendence am now a phantasm, I’ve manifested across the chasm, The key elixir is an amalgam.
I’ve replicated the sacred codex, By calibrating the holographics. I’ve liberated from my own cortex. This existency is now my horcrux.
I’ve incarnated concatenation, Intoned symbiotic divination. All things connected, no separation. The paragon of communication.
