“Mr. Lightbody,” he began, dropping his eye to the notepad a moment before coming back at him with a professionally admonitory stare, “I’m in no position to make a diagnosis at this juncture. This is just the beginning. Why, we’ll need blood tests and count, urine and fecal analysis, you’ve got to go to the X-Ray Fluoroscopic Room, the Colon Department, we’ve got to have specialists examine your teeth, eyes, tonsils and tongue, we need to see how much acetone you’re exhaling and what your intestinal fluids look like. We won’t have a full picture until this evening, at the earliest.” He paused, squared his jaw, tugged at his tie. “I could make an educated guess, of course, judging from the color of your skin, the condition of your tongue, your general puniness and malaise…”
That sinking, doomed feeling came over Will again, but he fought it. Puniness? Malaise? Who was this self-serving, conceited, pompous, lantern-jawed hyena to be pronouncing judgement on him?
“Actually,” Linnimann went on, lecturing now, “we see any number of cases like yours — but I wouldn’t want to jump to conclusions. Nervous Exhaustion. Coffee neuralgia. Hyperhydrochloria. Autointoxication, certainly. But the Chief has already made that diagnosis.” He nodded his blond head sagely, smacked his lips, gently closed the notebook. “We’ll do the tests. You never know what might turn up.” The Road to Wellville, T. Coraghessan Boyle, ©1993 Viking
Phototherapy, Thermotherapy, and Electrotherapy
This department employed both solar and electric light, with the latter used chiefly during winter. Phototherapy held a prominent place at Battle Creek, where the first electric light bath was constructed. Regarding the application of electricity, Kellogg noted that “electricity is not capable of accomplishing half the marvels that are claimed for it by many enthusiastic electrotherapists”. Nevertheless, he considered it valuable when used in conjunction with hydrotherapy, thermotherapy, and other methods. Kellogg, J.H., M.D., Superintendent (1908). The Battle Creek Sanitarium System. History, Organisation, Methods. Michigan: Battle Creek
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The Shaking Sensations – Anchors [00:00]
Richard Parker – Second Hand [05:09]
Celestial Wolves – Silent Noise [10:02]
Kokomo – Kaputt Finker [15:25]
Rest – Capacity [23:02]
Fourteen Nights At Sea – Country Victoria [27:55]
Nevermind The Name – The Dead Man’s Waltz [33:44]
Our Blistered Horizon – Bitter [39:04]
Baulta – You Burn As Bright As Paris [44:52]
Be Water – Catharsis [50:12]
Glories – Dwelling On [60:16]
Signal Hill – Collide Us [67:00]
My Cat’s A Stargazer – Breathscape [74:37]
Roan – Goose Tree: Leather & Thread [80:15]
Good Morning Finch – Last Rocket From Moscow To Neptune [85:00]
Semblance – Never Without Misery, Never Without Hope [90:54]
Degree of Arc – Can You See the Horizon? [99:40]
I repeat that in landscape arrangements alone is the physical nature susceptible of exaltation, and that, therefore, her susceptibility of improvement at this one point, was a mystery I had been unable to solve. My own thoughts on the subject had rested in the idea that the primitive intention of nature would have so arranged the earth’s surface as to have fulfilled at all points man’s sense of perfection in the beautiful, the sublime, or the picturesque; but that this primitive intention had been frustrated by the known geological disturbances–disturbances of form and color-grouping, in the correction or allaying of which lies the soul of art. The force of this idea was much weakened, however, by the necessity which it involved of considering the disturbances abnormal and unadapted to any purpose. It was Ellison who suggested that they were prognostic of death. He thus explained:–Admit the earthly immortality of man to have been the first intention. We have then the primitive arrangement of the earth’s surface adapted to his blissful estate, as not existent but designed. The disturbances were the preparations for his subsequently conceived deathful condition.
Edgar Allan Poe, The Landscape-Garden [The Domain Of Arnheim], from The Tales Of Edgar Allan Poe, ©1983 by Running Press
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Lilys – Tone Bender [00:00]
Machines Learning – The Island In The Hills [03:13]
Milwalkie – Milan [08:17]
Pale Saints – Way The World Is [12:02]
Pale Saints – You Tear The World In Two [14:46]
Leaving Richmond – The Bird and the Submarine [17:41]
Maya – Running Low [23:25]
The Boo Radleys – Foster’s Van [27:45]
93MillionMilesFromTheSun – Rachel’s Echo [32:00]
Constants – Passenger [39:14]
Tannhäuser – Godzilla [43:00]
Tristeza – Auroura Borealis [48:22]
Spoonfed Hybrid – Somehow Some Other Life [53:08]
The Cherry Wave – Blush [59:25]
Moose – Butterfly Collector [63:21]
To Sail Beyond The Sun – Falling In Slow Motion [66:29]
At that instant either his foot slipped or the brick gave way beneath his heel. He heard himself loose a yell of alarm, which panicked the birds lining the sill. They were up and off, their wing beats ironic applause, as he flailed on the wall. His panicked gaze went first to his feet, then to the yard below.
No, not the yard; that had disappeared. It was the carpet he saw. It had been entirely unrolled, and it filled the yard from wall to wall.
What happened next occupied mere seconds, but either his mind was lightening fast, or the moments played truant, for it seemed he had all the time he needed…
Time to appreciate the startling intricacy of the design laid out beneath him: an awesome proliferation of exquisitely executed detail. Age had bled brightness from the colors of the weave, mellowing vermilion to rose, and cobalt to chalky blue, and here and there the carpet had become threadbare, but from where Cal teetered the effect was still overwhelming.
Every inch of the carpet was worked with motifs. Even the border brimmed with designs, each subtly different from its neighbor. The effect was not overbusy; every detail was clear to Cal’s feasting eyes. In one place a dozen motifs congregated as if banded together; in another, they stood apart like rival siblings. Some kept their station along the border; others spilled into the main field, as if eager to join the teeming throng there.
In the field itself, ribbons of color described arabesques across a background of sultry browns and greens, forms that were pure abstraction – bright jottings from some wild man’s diary – jostling with stylized flora and fauna. But this complexity paled beside the centerpiece of the carpet: a giant medallion, its colors as various as a summer garden, into which a hundred subtle geometries had been cunningly woven, so that the eye could reach each pattern as flower or theorem, order or turmoil, and find each choice echoed somewhere in the grand design.
Weaveworld, ©1987 by Clive Barker, Poseidon Press, Simon & Schuster, Inc.
This is part two of my Weaveworld-inspired series. Obviously you know by now that I’m a big fan of Clive Barker’s work. His writing style is so wonderfully visual – it’s a pleasure to wrap 6forty collections around the text. These records were on heavy rotation during my recent re-read of Weaveworld. I love how the playlist moves along with the story – an epic collection for an amazing and wonderful adventure. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.
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Ef – 401-Lwa [00:00]
The Evpatoria Report – Optimal Region Selector [06:49]
The Beauty The World Makes Us Hope For – Matter piles up, knowledge is passed on, curiosity leads to many feats [16:07]
Kafka – Spheres [25:00]
1099 – The Grand Design [36:03]
Locomotora – It Seems Intended More To Cause Stumbling [48:30]
Mirrors – In Spite Of [58:18]
A Shelter In The Desert – Frustration, Rage, Freedom [64:37]
Withyouathome – You Are Never Alone Here [74:45]
Fargo – Köln [81:21]
Shy, Low – Presence [92:40]
Leech – Endymion [104:47]
Here we all choose a different way and different rules to disobey.
Birds: Where are we?
There’s no understanding in this
Valley of Understanding.
Hoopoe: Here we must pay
close attention. We are following a
path. No one knows how long we
have to go forward or how far.
Do you know the story of the bird
who lost his way? And nobody
was looking for him?
He turned into stone…and cried.
He cried little pebbles…
If all the heavens with all their stars
exploded in this valley, they would
be but a leaf fluttering in the wind.
Here a tiny fish is mightier than
a whale and nobody can say why.
The astrologer bird traces all
the constellations and planets on
his tablet of sand.
Then the wind picks up and…
scatters his design to dust.
How solid is our world…
and yet it is nothing but grains
of sand.
The Conference of the Birds, ©2011 by Peter Sís, The Penguin Press
The Exilym song on this collection is a 6forty project exclusive! Band member Guillaume is a long-time friend of 6forty, and when he offered the song, I was quick to agree, and then dug in immediately to select the songs that would live with it on the playlist. I’m very pleased with this collection – the songs work perfectly together. Look for a full length release from Exilym soon. I’ll make sure to include all updates as they’re posted by the band. Please be sure to follow Exilym both on Facebook and Twitter.
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Exilym – Where Only Dust Remains [00:00]
Swans – Warm [06:56]
Líam – III [11:32]
Flying Saucer Attack – The Sea [18:54]
Mogwai – 1% Of Monster [25:20]
Hood – The Fact That You Failed [28:41]
It was as tall as the canopy, twenty-five feet or more, its long, bone-white head brushing the branches, sand-petals spiraling down.
Though it still howled, it lacked a mouth, or indeed any features on its face but eyes, which it had in terrifying numbers, twin rows of lidless, lashless slits that ran down each side of its head. There were perhaps a hundred eyes in all, but staring an age at it would not have revealed their true number, for the thing, despite its solidity, defied fixing. Were those wheels that moved at its heart, tied with lines of liquid fire to a hundred other geometries which informed the air it occupied? Did innumerable wings beat at its perimeters, and light burn in its bowels, as though it had swallowed stars?
Nothing was certain. In one breath, it seemed to be enclosed in a matrix of darting light, like scaffolding struck by lightning; in the next, the pattern became flame confetti, which swarmed at its extremities before it was snatched away. One moment, ether; the next, juggernaut.
And then, as suddenly as it had begun, the wail it was unleashing died away.
< Weaveworld, ©1987 by Clive Barker, Poseidon Press, Simon & Schuster, Inc >
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Minot – The Means Relativize The Ends [00:00]
Pet Slimmers Of The Year – Everything I Have Ever Done Has Led Me To This Point [07:12]
Intervals – Tapestry [17:28]
Zaius – Hyperion [22:47]
Rest – Descent With Modification [26:58]
Water On Mercury – My Amphigory [31:54]
The Land With Metal Beasts – Eye Twitch Satellite [36:18]
Oak – ER, 2am [39:31]
Ves – Mouthful Of Wisdom [49:51]
TotorRo – Tonton Alain Michel [57:23]
Vasquez – Tiger Shark [62:53]
Detta – Ants [65:51]
Tortuganónima – Dan Cob [72:05]
Deviante – Atlantis [77:57]
Then suddenly, once again, the BFG went into that magical top gear of his. He began hurtling forward with phenomenal leaps. His speed was unbelievable. The landscape became blurred and again Sophie had to duck down out of the whistling gale to save her head from being blown off her shoulders. She crouched in the pocket and listened to the wind screaming past. It came knifing in through the tiny peep-hole in the pocket and whooshed around her like a hurricane.
But this time the BFG didn’t stay in top gear long. It seemed as though he had some barrier to cross, a vast mountain perhaps or an ocean or a great desert, but having crossed it, he once again slowed down to his normal gallop and Sophie was able to pop her head up and look out once more at the view.
She noticed immediately that they were now in an altogether paler country. The sun had disappeared above a film of vapour. The air was becoming cooler every minute. The land was flat and treeless and there seemed to be no colour in it at all.
Every minute, the mist became thicker. The air became colder still and everything became paler and paler until soon there was nothing but grey and white all around them. They were in a country of swirling mists and ghostly vapours. There was some sort of grass underfoot but it was not green. It was ashy grey. There was no sign of a living creature and no sound at all except for the soft thud of the BFG’s footsteps as he hurtled on through the fog.
Suddenly he stopped. ‘We is here at last!’ he announced. He bent down and lifted Sophie from his pocket and put her on the ground. She was still in her nightie and her feet were bare. She shivered and stared around her at the swirling mists and ghostly vapors.
‘Where are we?’ she asked.
‘We is in Dream Country,’ the BFG said. ‘This is where all dreams is beginning.’ **
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Swirlies – Intro / San Cristobal De Las Casas [00:00]
Dead Red Sun – Caverns [04:18]
And So I Watch You From Afar – If It Ain’t Broke…Break It [07:58]
Lost In The Riots – Sentinels [14:20]
Machines Learning – Bulletproof Tiger [19:10]
Stereolab – The Noise Of Carpet [23:40]
Enemies – Coco Et Moi [26:43]
Wiltz – Doin’-a-deh [30:30]
Gastric Band – Dustin Binman [33:38]
Listing Ships – All Aboard The Andrea Doria [40:34]
Midnight Movies – Time Of Year [46:40]
Tannhäuser – U-Matic [51:54]
You.May.Die.In.The.Desert – Hands [57:02]
Long Fin Killie – Yawning At Comets [61:23]
** The BFG by Roald Dahl, Trumpet Club Special Edition/Scholastic, 1982
‘This last then I will say to you, thrall Morgoth,’ said Húrin, ‘and it comes not from the lore of the Eldar, but is put into my heart in this hour. You are not the Lord of Men, and shall not be, though all Arda and Menel fall in your dominion. Beyond the Circles of the World you shall not pursue those who refuse you.’
‘Beyond the Circles of the World I will not pursue them,’ said Morgoth. ‘For beyond the Circles of the World there is nothing. But within them they shall not escape me, until they enter into Nothing.’
‘You lie,’ said Húrin.
‘You shall see and you shall confess that I do not lie,’ said Morgoth. And taking Húrin back to Angband he set him in a chair of stone upon a high place of Thangorodrim, from which he could see afar the land of Hithlum in the west and the lands of Beleriand in the south. There he was bound by the power of Morgoth; and Morgoth standing beside him cursed him again and set his power upon him, so that he could not move from that place, not die, until Morgoth should release him.
‘Sit now there,’ said Morgoth, ‘and look out upon the lands where evil and despair shall come upon those whom you have delivered to me. For you have dared to mock me, and have questioned the power of Melkor, Master of the fates of Arda. Therefore with my eyes you shall see, and with my ears you shall hear, and nothing shall be hidden from you.’ *
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Hualun – Beseiged City [00:00]
Immovable Objects
- From Courage To Liberty [05:45]
- From Liberty To Abundance [13:05]
- From Abundance To Selfishness [15:00]
Architecture Of The Universe – Scoprirsi Rosso [17:05]
Ana Never – Half Way [25:45]
Deck B – six Twenty [30:31]
Coma Cloud – Dagu [36:32]
Loraine – Jonathan Lou (1912) [41:17]
Echotide - 3mwy (Of Hope) [45:09]
The Sky Is – Cosmos [50:45]
Barrows – Lost In The Woods [55:31]
Low – Pissing [61:45]
We Are Lockhart – Livre [68:01]
Sleep Lady – I Wanted To Be A Penguin Forever [72:22]
Lander Configurations – Nostalgic [77:58]
* The Children of Húrin, J.R.R. Tolkien & Christopher Tolkien (ed.), published 17 April 2007, by HarperCollins in the UK and Canada, and by Houghton Mifflin in the US
I recollect that, when a stripling, my first exploit in squirrel-shooting was in a grove of tall walnut-trees that shades one side of the valley. I had wandered into it at noontime, when all nature is peculiarly quiet, and was startled by the roar of my own gun, as it broke the Sabbath stillness around and was prolonged and reverberated by the angry echoes. If ever I should wish for a retreat whither I might steal from the world and its distractions, and dream quietly away the remnant of a troubled life, I know of none more promising than this little valley.
From the listless repose of the place, and the peculiar character of its inhabitants, who are descendants from the original Dutch settlers, this sequestered glen has long been known by the name of Sleepy Hollow, and its rustic lads are called the Sleepy Hollow Boys throughout all the neighboring country. A drowsy, dreamy influence seems to hang over the land, and to pervade the very atmosphere. Some say that the place was bewitched by a High German doctor, during the early days of the settlement; others, that an old Indian chief, the prophet or wizard of his tribe, held his powwows there before the country was discovered by Master Hendrick Hudson. Certain it is, the place still continues under the sway of some witching power, that holds a spell over the minds of the good people, causing them to walk in a continual reverie. They are given to all kinds of marvelous beliefs; are subject to trances and visions, and frequently see strange sights, and hear music and voices in the air. The whole neighborhood abounds with local tales, haunted spots, and twilight superstitions; stars shoot and meteors glare oftener across the valley than in any other part of the country, and the nightmare, with her whole ninefold, seems to make it the favorite scene of her gambols.
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Sweek – A Dead Sleeping Forest [00:00]
Giranice – Banako Zen [10:06]
Frank Booth – How To Breathe Fire [19:15]
Amp – Souvenir [26:40]
Marriages – Ten Tiny Fingers [34:00]
Thee Silver Mt. Zion Memorial Orchestra – Mountains Made Of Steam [39:30]
Red Room Cinema – White Arrows [48:46]
Canyons of Static – Drift [57:48]
Appellative – Keys [65:03]
The Nest Itself - From Peaks To Pittance [70:07]
Ontario Plates – Gonzo [73:30]
This Will Destroy You – I Believe In Your Victory [78:25]
Washington Irving, “The Legend of Sleepy Hollow” Published in The Sketch Book of Geoffrey Crayon, 1820 [public domain]
Lorn strode to Tool’s side. The T’lan Imass faced west, and a tension swirled about him that she could almost see.
“What is it?” she asked, her eyes on the white fountain of fire rising above the horizon. “I’ve never seen anything like that.”
“Nor I,” Tool replied. “It is within the barrier I have cast around us.”
“But that’s impossible,” the Adjunct snapped.
“Yes, impossible to last this long. Its source should have been consumed almost instantly. Yet…” The T’lan Imass fell silent.
There was no need for Tool to finish his sentence. The pillar of fire still raged in the night sky as it had for the past hour. The stars swam in the inky darkness around it, magic swirling in a frenzy as if from a bottomless well. On the wind was a smell that left Lorn slightly nauseous. “Do you recognize the Warren, Tool?”
“Warrens, Adjunct. Tellann, Thyr, Denul, D’riss, Tennes, Thelomen Toblakai, Starvald Demelain…”
“Starvald Demelain, what in Hood’s Name is that?”
“Elder.”
“I thought there were but three Elder Warrens, and that’s not one of them.”
“Three? No, there were many, Adjunct, all born of one. Starvald Demelain.”
Lorn wrapped her cloak tighter about herself, eyes on the column of fire. “Who could manage such a conjuring?”
“There was one…once. Of worshipers there are none left, so he is no more. I have no answer to your question, Adjunct.” The Imass staggered as the pillar bloomed outward, then winked out. A distant thundering rumble reached them.
“Gone,” Lorn whispered.
“Destroyed,” Tool said. The warrior cocked his head. “Strange, the source is indeed destroyed. But something has also been born. I sense it, a new presence.”
Lorn checked her sword. “What is it?” she demanded.
Tool shrugged. “New. It flees.”
Was this cause for worry? Lorn scowled and turned to the T’lan Imass, but he had already left her side, and was now striding back to their campfire. The Adjunct glanced once more at the western horizon. There was a cloud, blotting out the stars. It looked huge…
…She stepped close to the Imass. “Fire is life,” she whispered, the phrase seeming to rise from the depths of instinct.
Tool nodded. “Life is fire,” He said. “With such words was born the First Empire. The Empire of Imass, the Empire of Humanity.”
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Tesa – Part 28 [00:00]
What Mad Universe – The Battle Of Tiny Red Bean [02:33]
Shellac – wingwalker [06:47]
Hovercraft – Anthropod [11:44]
Pauwels – Rasputin [17:51]
Telepathy – Minus Ten [21:50]
Kinski – Your Lights Are (Out Or) Burning Badly [25:47]
Tomydeepestego – Grafite [34:32]
Edward Ka-spel – Homage [38:37]
Magic Hour – Something Else [42:57]
Mental Architects – Launch The Avalanche [52:06]
Pray For Sound – Stereophonic [55:36]
Autism – Crashing Silence [61:00]
Arms Of Tripoli – Radio Silence [64:14]
Pet Slimmers Of The Year – One Down [69:55]
Steven Erikson, Gardens of the Moon: Volume One of the Malazan Book of the Fallen, Copyright ©1999, Tom Doherty Associates, LLC