Image: ‘Stargazer’ – Sam Wolfe Connelly
“There is truth, my boy. But the doctrine you desire, absolute, perfect dogma that alone provides wisdom, does not exist. Nor should you long for a perfect doctrine, my friend. Rather, you should long for the perfection of yourself. The deity is within you, not in ideas and books. Truth is lived, not taught. Be prepared for conflicts, Joseph Knecht — I can see they have already begun.” – Hermann Hesse; Glass Bead Game
“I have no right to call myself one who knows. I was one who seeks, and I still am, but I no longer seek in the stars or in books; I’m beginning to hear the teachings of my blood pulsing within me. My story isn’t pleasant, it’s not sweet and harmonious like the invented stories; it tastes of folly and bewilderment, of madness and dream, like the life of all people who…
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In times like these, who wouldn’t want to be a ghost? Able to pass through the world unaffected by precariat freelancing, normalized prejudice, deferred retirement, environmental catastrophe, and all the rest? Add to this the old k-punk trope of a weary nostalgia for a cancelled future, thanks to brazenly ideological austerity and lowest common denominator populism and, well, you have a bunch of pretty good reasons for the continuing haunto-isms that proliferate across the varying strains of out-there sound manufacture. Alex Alexopolous’s Wild Anima project fits into this stream of sonic exploration as naturally as a fish swims downriver, her revenant chants and keening, minimalist orchestration channeling both the echo-laden haze of Liz Harris’s Grouper and the crumbling tape loop melancholy of William Basinski into ethereal compositions that, despite their weightlessness, always seem anchored to the material world.
Originally released as Blue Twenty Two last year this Wild…
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