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A New Everything
06:53
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Hyper productivity and always on efficiency
we have a thirst for memory.
We archive more than we delete.
More information sources,
sketches of thoughts and questions,
nonsensically sacred, profoundly profane,
we spend so much time trying to remember memory.
A new everything, a space in which I’ll capture and write nearly illegible first drafts.
I save every single one.
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The Candle
05:36
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The candle wants to reflect itself in the window and make that little red yellow farmhouse appear to be on fire
It goes on this way until morning takes over some mornings I am ready for a life in a house with somebody for a life with meals and love making
But there will be no love making only meals
How high the moon when below it every little house means you will never live here
The colors are gone and the footprints of my goings are lost to the snow which makes itself blank so many times making believe I have never set out up this highway before, nor ever come up to this door
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The Fat King
04:07
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The fat king sitting on his gold throne. The fat king watching reruns, the same stuff.
The fat king chewing at his gold cud. The fat king is dreaming all day long. Tis skin gets cold and numb the same stuff. He buries his head in pillows and counts his guns and bows. The fat king knows where all kings go.
The fat king bouncing on his bed springs all alone, the same thing ev’ry day he calls his friends to play but no one answers. He buries his head in pillows and counts his oily toes. The fat king knows where all kings go
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Drip
07:29
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Black Pine
04:03
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Whales and Bears
Black Pine, Redwood, Madrone. All burn, all grow, as one
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Alphabetics
08:57
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Salvage
04:51
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Bees and Waves
11:13
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Bee
Got stung by a bee in the heart
My face blew up like an old man hurting
Lost on an island in the big lake thinking
Of you
Wave
A wave of sadness washes over me briefly
A wave of sadness turns into a pea
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Beautiful Mess
05:50
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Beautiful mess
Beautiful mess
It’s a beautiful mess
This life is crazy and I don’t know where I’m going
Such chaos
Beautiful mess
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Kendra Emery East Hartford, Connecticut
Kendra is a musician, educator, and curator living in East Hartford, CT. Her main passion is for the new and unique but she has a great respect for the history that came before. Her current projects involve many loops and layers as she plays music written by friends and attempts to create her own sounds. Her sonorities are a combination and fusion of many styles. Happy listening! ... more
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