Dryad and KasjaNoova will be featured on a Origami Antarktika song. The scratch track has been received and we are moving forward.
Origami Antarktika
Dryad EP 1316: Initium
Dryad will soon be releasing their first EP titled “1316: Initium” under the label Robo! Robotica. Guest artists include the vocals of KasjaNoova and the Bowed Stringed Antlers of Jonas Qvale as well as a newly developed instrument “The Porcupine” an instrument made from the resistor network from an old electric organ. The legs of the resistors are cut to different lengths and used as idiophones.
Track Listing:
Insecta Reptilia
1316
Strategies for the Dying
Three songs, sixty minutes of music for the advanced soul.
Florilegium
“Florilegium”
In medieval Latin a florilegium (plural florilegia) was a compilation of excerpts from other writings. The word is formed the Latin flos (flower) and legere (to gather): literally a gathering of flowers, or collection of fine extracts from the body of a larger work.
It was adapted from the Greek anthologia (ἀνθολογία) “anthology”, with the same etymological meaning. Medieval florilegia were systematic collections of extracts taken mainly from the writings of the Church Fathers from early Christian authors, also pagan philosophers such as Aristotle, and sometimes classical writings.
A prime example is the Manipulus florum of Thomas of Ireland, which was completed at the beginning of the fourteenth century. The purpose was to take passages that illustrated certain topics, doctrines or themes. It is also applied literally to a treatise on flowers or medieval books that are dedicated to ornamental rather than medicinal or utilitarian plants.
After the medieval period, the term was extended to apply to any miscellany or compilation of literary or scientific character.
Collaborations
Diemazz is currently collaborating with some insanely talented artists. There are, thus far, eight, count them!, eight songs in the works for this winter. Yes kiddies, the impending doom of a frozen winter is staring us right in the face, knocking at our locked doors, begging to enter through the threshold of our warm protected souls. And in this will the strains of winter-music be composed and played as children…motionless, frozen at play.
Together with the open throat sepulcher that is KasjaNoova.
The somber piano of Fred Iisme.
The guitar work of Dan from Adjacent to Nothing.
And the newest member of our “cosmofamily”, Nick Davies of Machine Within Water sculpting sounds from beyond the grave, entering worlds unknown, nay, known but forgotten.
So, my precious little bleeding hearts out there, we will continue to fill your emptiness with the experience of mortal strain, things unreconciled, and perchance, the few shreds of innocence, peace, wisdom and beauty that is left of our tested souls.
D.
Selah
Selah (Hebrew: סֶלָה, also transliterated as selāh) is a word used frequently in the Hebrew Bible, often in the Psalms, and is a difficult concept to translate. (It should not be confused with the Hebrew word sela‘ (Hebrew: סֶלַע) which means “rock.”) It is probably either a liturgico-musical mark or an instruction on the reading of the text, something like “stop and listen”. “Let those with eyes see and with ears hear” is most concise. “Selah” can also be used to indicate that there is to be a musical interlude at that point in the Psalm.
I have been working on two new songs; “Mersea” and “Selah”. Both songs are collaboration efforts with friends from across the sea.
KasjaNoova (hailing from Belgium), performing the open throat sepulcher that is voice and very special guest artist, and long time friend, the infamous exchange student from days long gone, Jonas Qvale (hailing from the frozen womb of Norway), performing Stringed Deer Antlers on “Mersea”.
New music will be out soon. I now leave you with the lyrics for “Selah”, written by Diemazz, chanting by KasjaNoova:
Commissioned by the hand of Ruach.
Realized and conceptualized in stillness within the courts of this temple, offered up to the one illuminating the way.
These are things which have come to pass
And many which must yet be fulfilled
In this desert do I bear record as a witness stripped to the porcelain bone
For if it were not so I would refrain the tongue and shut the door of inner vision
Tribulation have I seen, exposing the Iris as I entered the dark night of the soul
Whether self inflicted or laid before my feet is of little consequence, for no matter the reason it is the pearl beneath the maelstrom that beckons me
To remove all yokes and burdens, standing upright, above the dust of this world, claiming human experience as her own, this mortal clay born from the fiery womb of Terra herself, spirit co-eternal from courts on high.
Hands reaching towards the heavens, bleeding hearts yearning for the rites of passage only the brother of Hypnos can bring.
As above, so below, the heavens revealed, the tribes crescendo rising in descent…
“Death, where is thy sting?”
To carry our tested and battered souls back to the place from whence it came, yearning for that home where the things of this world are a thing of naught, a place above corruption above suppression.
And who will journey with me on wings of seraphim?
Who indeed will rise with transmuted mind and heart taking upon himself the name received from white stones?
Who among the sons and daughters of the first living thirst for that which cannot be quenched by mere water and cup put to lips, those who desire living streams of light communicated by spirit to spirit for the progression of eternal man.
There may be those enslaved by the strong arm of carnal self, perhaps too weak to lift eyes beyond empty, shattered lives, sinking in darkness and doubt, a place where all hope is nullified, the vacuum of soul.
It has been proclaimed by both ancient and modern oracles, wherever a single spark of light is found, no matter the degree, and if eyes can but only gaze upon it, giving audience with intent, verily it shall swallow up darkness as it draws neigh, purifying further still until the ushered day be at hand and all blackness dispelled.
Darkness exchanged for light and doubt with hope.
Where ruin and desolation once stood, now the seeds of rebirth, with a sure knowledge of things we cannot see.