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urban memory
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life from inside
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whyldmanah
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t.r.o.
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what are you doing?/nothing or for a harmless word/ this hat is breaking your heart/the felony course book consisted now in creating a gulf between 2 furrows/to just have to find it's hard to take things in similar restraining order to a second area/the walk without making it obvious have seen it to process frequently bullfighting in the neighborhood/ they did not pronounce a word for all we know/ in the past/ metal & silk were used/they do choose to resemble the silhouette of someone with piercing under the skin/& everybody was imploring him to become this woman with her male voice/mournful & mechanical engineering of dreams/Trough & from there she could find a way back/a substratum/age-old/the body covered with snake-skin/they were kneaded before baking into bread/out of one 's element/mocking/he described his mental horizon/shrillness cooly of his most necessary sin/ fallow land/the habitual morbidity in the clean opaque solitude of the surrounding/the beautiful escape smothered by the horizon as far as the eye could see/he took out of his purse a coconut shell for the instrument with an elephant head from the front/the trunk the instrument's leg/written by whyldmanah
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ko(o.r.t.)
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whyldmanah
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long before the plastician became a father/all the more/false shore/stopovers which a barely sketched smile can still be seen today/a crack still emerges today,barely hinted at/by me/the hand placed on the shoulder in front of him/they walked in harmony/did they speak?/of this time between spring & summer/it's probable/the plastician wrapped in the chirping of children who had passed out for several years on this wild wasteland/she would be the chosen one on the edge of an île de france plant territory developped in the 70's/but what did she knows?/she was not here/eyes/ although/closed/shone like those of one who travels the world/shares it with you/she said to me/like the memory of these toys strawn on the ground/now/passed on to others/as time passes/well being was rightly similar/long/before us similar for her as for her understudy/before & after us/he told me this vital sense/the hand placed on the shoulder in front of him/they walked in harmony/did they speak?/facilitate the trying daily life where the centerpiece of appeasement & silence/of the trust was played out on a mysterious path/he had gotten into the habit in the opencountry where the light at the end of the day pierced with it's natural fullness/this walk de under the invading sun to infiltrate my invented present/blink of an eye/lapping on the trinkle of water/(without name)/whisper by the wind trying to slip under heavy clouds/rustle of freshly fallen leaves/we know/we were not ourselves either already at his side/that's true/why?/at that time i imagined myself gay with regret at his side/with no aim
written by whyldmanah
Brownmarketexperimentalrecordlabel
2024.
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crypt.o/this presumptuous move implicates ajustment/ the soul descends & exists/myrrh oil/ terracotta jar/wax/honey/cendar oil/gum/a red tinted blanket/linen/a mask/dye for strips/an old tunic/a little mask/the meaning of she was experiencing at this moment/gave her a glimpse of a story/the artificial light for the night/the swaying in which she had not participated/of the unspeakable on the painted surface/the scratch on the sketch/perhaps delighted her with a sketch of a memory/city/she only grasped an infinite part of it anyway/to feign/seated with intertwined hands/she wouldn't have ever seen the dead on the other side of the looking glass but these dresses swirling around a contemporary girl on alerte was a parallel for the movement of the soul through the universe/from preexistence into the body & then beyond the physical body into an afterlife/graffiti/it seems she was trying the improbable in ceremonial attire/she only grasped an infinite part of it anyway/well mountain reassures her & like that "emphase" of dog who checks robots in blond now/as an antijoke at 12:00, she did arrives/comes back/isn't it?/& she already blamed herself for not being able to fix the shadow of the moon on these long raws of cereals/crypt.o/this presumptuous move implicates ajustment/the soul descends & exists/observed with more insistance the day before & then the following night/she moved torches/tallon/donkey/boat/& paid the mourna.
written by whyldmanah
Brownmarketexperimentalrecordlabel
2024.
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whyld manah Bujumbura, Burundi
Folk Experimental artist on piano.
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