Stimme des Wolkes

2009-12-02T16:18:38Z

the metal you gave me was merely a spoon
but thanks to that little spoon I escaped the prison I was in
and now I am free

thank you Codename Terry in the city of B.
you will always be in my heart
yesterday, now and forever

I have been saved
also through your love

and this is where
our revolution starts

the rage I felt
is now forgotten

and one day soon
I hope we smile to eachother

Aurum Nostrum

2009-11-09T10:31:42Z

Do you think romantic chemistry is instant or evolving? Have you ever given someone a second (or third) chance and lived to regret it? Have you ever fallen in love with someone you didn't particularly like or desire at first?

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perpetual motion
life
love
endurance

once I wrote
"my love will never die"
and indeed
my love never died
and never will
will remain untouched
through the voragine of time

sometimes bouts of hate
(rage is inevitable
we all have our mistakes and mis-takes)
but, strong underground pillars of love light
that forgive and forget

there is a crescent
I am the star in it
my name
should I say it
remains unspeakable
and it is pronounced
from my mouth into his ear

for my eyes do speak
but tell tales of long silent longing and lamentation

may distances fade
and may my Partisan walk beside me.

if he never finds the courage in his heart
to walk towards me,
and stay forever,
I will never cease to love him,
and one day
my ashes will rain upon his land

I am with you to the end of the world

"but in spirit I am with you, always
together we have lit a flame that the ages shall not extinguish
the lights and keeps lighting again
Our Path"

honorata @ 2009-10-21T13:07:00

2009-10-21T12:09:21Z

If you only had one day left to live, and you had the chance to tell one person from your past "I love you," who would it be? How about "I'm sorry"?

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it's a long way from Cité Staline to Beorma Ingas Ham...

Kult Hilarious!

2009-09-26T23:12:18Z

just coined the term "kult-hilarious". it shall be used to describe specially ridiculous blackmetal acts like band names and song names that by their construction and overall complete meaning are so inane any creature with logic considers it, and hilarity ensues.

you spotted something kult-hilarious? submit the info to kulthilarious at gmail dot com and it will be featured here for your precious lulz.

and since the world is rife with drama and grimness, I shall take as a humanitarian good-will endeavour, the effort to deliver the public, every now and then, a delicious kult-hilarious moment...

Luck be a Lady

2009-09-24T23:26:44Z

I didn't knew a report of one of my performances as Kurt Polka ended up on the NME.

Nobody Knows

2009-09-24T17:49:19Z

updated photo of the now

2009-09-14T15:37:51Z

this is me having a good time
don't hate me because you can't be happy like me, bitches

Dreamspace

2009-09-14T01:14:12Z

"White Sun", photo by me

since 1996 I have been working in music and since 1999 I have been composing. and giving concerts.

two months ago I have felt this needs to be brought to a halt because my musical/sound thought is disorganized, and I need time to settle down to reuptake composing again.

this may take months or even years. I don't care. I don't have to prove to the world HAI GUISE LOOK AT ME I'M A NOISE MUSICIAN.

some three weeks ago I grabbed my mike, headphones and stuff and recorded a new noise/vocal track. it resulted mind-blowing, and working with the processing/editing tools was awesome and soothing. I spent years locked in a smoky room doing that stuff, recording, editing, processing, backing up, etc. whole countless nights awake picking this precise sound, this exact sample, this right pitch, refraining on the attack, putting tension on the release...

it was mad good work. it was valid work. filled my days and nights. I never fooled anyone when I told them my profession was a musician.

but I'm very disappointed. because when I see an utter twit who says nothing but bullshit and his claims to knowing music is to enumerate some indie label's catalog, jumping on stage to represent his "experimental ambient project" that sounds like a bored vacuum cleaner connected to an air conditioner on Chron's disease, AND receive the ovation of the audience, I obviously feel there's something very, very wrong, not only because his music is a total adulterated ripoff and it sucks, but also because this guy (and others alike him) has zero talent and would be doing better serving dishes at a restaurant. sorry folks, that's how it goes. you have no talent, don't mask it behind the postmodern label, especially when your lardass is too fat to hide behind it. and it's the audience's fault too because the audience is a bunch of lame scenesters willing to get entertained with any dummy that's thrown into the stage.

whereas I can spend months preparing a set for a show and when arriving to my concerts I find just a little bunch of people, all with huge encouraging smiles saying "you're very brave, you're the best, no one in Portugal does what you do, don't worry, we're few but we never leave you".

that's touching but it's not enough, at least for a pro noisician.

mind me, I don't desire to please to large groups of people, neither do I desire to find a huge crowd screaming for me at any concert I give. as for what audience matters I prefer a small to medium grupo of motley people who are QUIET (this can't ever be stressed enough) during the concerts, respectful to the music they are about to hear, who are able to deeply immerse themselves in the sounds and thoroughly enjoy them.

"noise" is an ugly word to describe my music.
I don't make "noise". noise is aggressive, brutal, unpleasant to the ear.

my music, if anything, is made of soundscapes that gently overlap over each other, conducting the ear to a colorful adventure of audible shapes and forms that almost become tactile. they undulate between vague, ethereal textures towards intense, powerful buildups of tension that release like a pulsing vein, creating in the listener a hunger for more that grows with the sequence and is pleasantly satiated by the end of it.

my concerts (except one that sucked due to "industrial" kids who don't know shit about respect, music or civilized behaviour and wouldn't shut their filthy mouths during it) have always begun with a common silence of expectation and ended with intense cheers from the crowd. they made it explicit that they LIKED it. that it was completely worthy. people from around the world have sent me random messages saying they have dreamed, and floated through fantasy worlds with my sounds. that's exactly what I want. a swift kick away from reality and here we go into Dreamspace.

Dreamspace...
Dreamspace...

so...
motivation doesn't lack.
"what I like to compose" to me is very clear. it's the "what I want" to compose that's a grey area, like a disorganized room one walks in and that mess, unlike the familiar mess, just doesn't feel particularly comfortable.
and I'm on a mission to carefully pick my ideas and organize them nicely and harmoniously.
once I'm done with defining what I want, I'll reuptake composing.

I don't mind if this takes months or years. again, I don't have to prove I am an artist. I am one. I just feel bad for the friendly fans I find who ask me enthusiastically "when are you playing again?". I break a shy smile and just say "I'll let you know". truth is, with such lousy conditions, I don't feel like playing live. a manager would be excellent to take care of the logistical/tech/pub nitty gritty *I* always have to take care of (as I do work alone on this) and that numbs my attention to the creative part and what's really needed and important.

if my music was easy to assemble like my (spoof) project Satnorte, I'd be composing non-stop. but this flow of music requires time to stop, time to think, time to create, time to relisten, and relisten, and relisten...

as a matter of fact exercising other arts in an interdisciplinary way energizes me. guess while I'm taking a break from the sound craft I'll reuptake on photography, and take my drawing books out of the shelf and draw draw draw. I have done some very rewarding experiments with oils and pastel and liquid aquarelle these last months, using old handwriting books (large) as a medium. I love to experiment with colours and hues, and to paint with my hands, get them all painted like a child pawing the walls, it feels very liberating and spontaneous...my paintings resemble tornadoes, maelstroms and gathering storms: very abstract, spiraling strokes of different colours in convergent motion. and the best side of it is that I'm completely absorbed, when I paint I forget EVERYTHING around me and in my head and isolate into an awoken Dreamspace where I am immersed in colours and shapes and motions and textures and hours just pass, and when I notice half of the book has paintings in it, and there are stains all over my apron...

this is why I have the tendency to snap at the mention of "modern art". it's done to sell, with marketing intent, or to align with the current trends and be splattered all over the fashion magazines? that hurts my ethics, and doesn't please me. art should exist as the natural, spontaneous brainchild of a creative mind, who advances it for sheer pleasure of having hands and mind occupied and concentrated in one pure task. that aims at creating something unique, each single piece of art it being a music track, a drawing, a painting, a sculpture, a poem, a book, a photo, a piece of digital art...being in itself a portal to other realities and landscapes of the mind.

I want people to mentally trip and voyage through Dreamspace with my works whatever they may be.
I don't want to have a huge fanbase or audience, I don't want to exhibit in a gallery, I don't want to think about handing my pieces to a museum, I don't want my things published in glossy mags, I don't want the "in" art people to talk about me, I don't want to be "one of them", I don't want to be admired (if that admiration means slobber), I don't want to be part of a "scene", of a subculture, of a clique, of an "elite". THAT IS FOR UTTER L-O-S-E-R-S.

all I want?
I want people to mentally trip and voyage through Dreamspace with my works whatever they may be.

and in the process to find their own (lost?) selves in Dreamspace, and their lost dreams now found...and that's infinite pleasure, and bliss.

what more.

honorata @ 2009-09-13T14:43:00

2009-09-13T13:44:06Z

I long for the day when Myspace, Facebook and Twitter merge, creating a blasting new social network, called MyTwitFace.

DJM

2009-08-05T21:51:57Z

פולסא דנורא!

PARTY ON!!! BRING OUT THE GIMP AND ALL

2009-07-29T11:11:41Z

my friend Cynthia bought an AK-47 - PROBLEM SOLVED :D :D :D

You are my Gunshine.

2009-07-28T23:43:24Z

A Basterd's work is never done.

2009-07-26T21:35:13Z

prepare your mind to meet me at the Frontline. I am a Basterd and I'm out there to do one thing and one thing only. 'zis ain't got no humanity. they must be destroyed. I've been always interested in that jargon that the Amerindians use, they talk about battles that history forgot and that do not appear in maps. I am the scourge of those who think they can get away after commiting atrocities. there is not one tear shed by a victim that the abuser will not suffer the consequences of it. and don't ever be so naive to think I walk alone - my Comrade is with me as I am for my Comrade. instead of pushing the button on the plane dropping a bomb over a city while ignoring the children down there, I rather make the powerful lose the strenght in their legs and kneel before me. because I like to. because I take pleasure in it. because I am stronger than him and I'm not afraid nor scared by anything in this world. so, YOU run, because I'm the end of the world on heels, I'm the living daylights blasted out of you and above everything else a Basterd - and Basterds don't run - that's your business to save your miserable body. I owe Lt. Raine one hundred scalps - and he'll have his scalps. and never forget I told you to run. because never, ever, ever, in this life, in this world, would I lower myself to be afraid of you. mark my words, that's forever. marked in your flesh by my bootheels, by my hands, by the edges of my labrys.

BG

2009-07-26T08:54:57Z

toujours merci à toi de me libérer d'un tyran, et de toujours me rappeler qui le vent souffle oú il veut. je te porte dans mon coeur toujours, à jamais. je te veux du bien, toujours, toujours.

honorata @ 2009-06-01T12:33:00

2009-06-01T11:33:43Z

honorata @ 2009-05-31T23:12:00

2009-05-31T22:16:03Z

Have you ever had a bad break-up with a significant other? How did you handle it?

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I left a moronic, dull and retarded boy scout by a gorgeous, musically harmonic and outerwordly beautiful modern-day troubadour. I fed him honey in bread and we frolicked through the meadows, happy like the good heretics we are.

honorata @ 2009-05-31T20:52:00

2009-05-31T19:52:31Z

honorata @ 2009-05-27T20:57:00

2009-05-27T19:58:40Z

damned is the man who thinks time is money so he chooses his company by who brings him profit.

honorata @ 2009-05-26T22:41:00

2009-05-26T21:42:31Z

BUT KNOW THAT INANNA TAKES HER OWN FOR HER OWN, AND THAT ONCE CHOSEN BY HER NO MAN MAY TAKE ANOTHER BRIDE.

OH LOOK -

2009-05-21T20:09:21Z

http://bobbreck.blogspot.com/2009/05/ana-to-be-named.html

THEY'RE GONNA NAME A TROPICAL STORM AFTER ME. IS THIS COOL OR IS THIS COOL?

honorata @ 2009-05-21T15:01:00

2009-05-21T14:03:34Z

DUUUUUUUUDE...I'm trippin'MAZES.

honorata @ 2009-05-20T16:32:00

2009-05-20T15:33:24Z

the good reason to fly to Oslo.

honorata @ 2009-05-19T20:49:00

2009-05-19T19:50:37Z

for those about to trip balls: we salute you.

ROFLZ

2009-05-18T18:48:50Z

"ol' dime-a-dozen".

honorata @ 2009-05-18T14:00:00

2009-05-18T13:02:35Z

spare me from the grown up people who believe in fairies, elves and "entities". it's dull and boring living in a world of humans, but the need to create other "beings" to fall into the superficial beauty of belief and not feel so lonely is like a shot on the foot. it's still stupidity.