English translation of voiceover and text from youtube contributr:
0:14 You and I are nothing but memories. 0:20 Never a reality. 0:24 Something is dreaming us. 0:27 Give yourself to the illusion. 0:29 Live. 0:30 (AFTER ‘HOLY MOUNTAIN’) 0:36 (AND EL TOPO ‘THE MOLE’) 0:42 (THE NEW FILM BY Alejandro Jodorowsky) 0:49: ‘The darkness will swallow everything’ 0:57 Everything you are going to be, you already are. 1:01 What you are searching for is already inside you. 1:05 Be happy for your sufferings, 1:09 Because of them, you will come to me.
# 1 Mexico City is absolutely. Or was. With a claridad that would’ve seemed glossy as bone except for the fecality of its plutonian fruit. Especially Leonora Carrington – the secret hardness of colonial baroque – its refusal to be reasonable – its crown of owls
#2 Chocolate is Mexico’s great contribution to Surrealism. With unbroken incantations in the voice of a lion prepare (on wild rocks) a soup made of half a pink onion, a bit of perfumed wood, some grains of myrrh, a large branch of green mint, 3 belladonna pills covered with white swiss chocolate, a huge compass rose (plunge in soup for one minute) Just before serving add Chinese “cloud” mushroom which has snail-like antennae & grown on owl dung
#3 As modern Hermeticist she ranks with Fulcanelli a Madame Paracelsa who tells yr fortune in the sense of buried treasure. It seems you yourself have psychic gifts which are only exacerbated by her soups. Molé as Dalí realized surrealizes all dishes via its resemblance to excrement e. g. over boiled lobsters (serve with pink champagne). Shit you can sculpt.
#4 Like gunpowder which was invented solely to exorcize demons – a secret passed along the Silk Road to Roger Bacon who unfortunately leaked the recipe to the uninitiated – Carrington embodies both the siesta & the anti-siesta. A Madam Adam with a handcranked gramophone with a horn lacquered black with gold pinstriping that plays only beeswax cylinders of Erik Satie or Gesualdo. Here alone exile attains an elegance & impassibility known only to stoned Rosicrucians.
#5 To live absolutely. A tricky trajectory between clinical dementia & the sloppy lace curtain Irish kitchen gemütlichkeit that usually passes (present company excepted of course) for life outside literature & even for true love. Or else it’s the altitude — mushrooms & chocolate — under the asphalt the bloodsoaked landfill — cactus cowskulls & drunken fusillades of flowers.
At the center of a wind tunnel, we find ourselves stuck between perspectives. Is the world moving at a million miles around us, or are we the ones who are flying? This week, join hands with Hairy Painter and Ivy Meadows as they plunge into the unknown, fortified by Prince Rama of Ayodhya‘s ancient primordial howls, growling synthesizer moans and consciousness-melting pulsations, which swirl like electrified streams of sonic debris in the positively charged atmosphere… “Give yourself. Lose yourself.“
[HAIRY PAINTER + IVY MEADOWS DJ SET] keiji haino – look, darkness and light both begin to copy clara rockmore – the swan conrad schnitzler – electric garden s.d. batish – raga tilang alaap far east family band – live in l.a. 1978 seltaeb – nug mraw a si ssenippah alejandro jodorowsky – tarot will teach you/burn your money arthur russell – the name of the next song robert johnson (on speed? <—–http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robert_Johnson_musician Playback_issues_in_extant_recordings) – – hold my body down rusty santos – feel radio signals (botanical mix) pocahaunted – time fist julian lynch – topi garden 2 mawan te dhiyan – surinder kaur & parkash kaur sun ra – celestial road albert ayler – the wizard sonny sharock – black woman nagane aki – the wind that flows through the trees paul metzger – the uses of infinity (side a)