—and the wintry harbinger has eclipsed, but only softly does the equinox consume her; tales ov April's arrival: an enormous everyywhere ov the second flame. Viola puttering in the chamber "I choked on a counterfeit blueberry dipped in curry"....limitless sentiments behind the glass cathedral, displays of an autonomous plural-bird. As a clumsy world vanishes we mumble sunbeams alongside Maryam Guèbrou. Clap your hands, say meow.
Fragmented poetry recitations highlight Margarite Stanley's windblown-petal archive, circa 1947. Tracks by Laurence Crane, John Cale, Peter Grudzien, and Mercury Rev.
Welcome to your Wednesday night mixxtape, fellow Venusians.