Eden Bloom – Peace (Song a day in December) Day 18/19

Whew, this one was rough on my psyche. Something broke during that Morrissey channel and I really struggled to get back into a groove here. Here’s my commentary since I just couldn’t bring myself to talk tonight. This is the most drafty one of these I’ve posted. Not sure if it’s ready for prime time.

Eden Bloom – Peace (Death, Peace, Time)
Death needs time for what it kills to grow
That’s the way it is supposed to go
As you grow death moves in slow
With bombs and drones and drones and bombs
You cheat death and time all at once
immediate extinction of those loved.
I don’t know. But I’ve been told
martyrs rise, children laid low
A new children’s army, what will be their crusade?
Martyrs do what martyrs gonna do
here we go round again,
And they’ll be coming for you
© Eden Bloom, Eschaton Life, December 19, 2023

Technical Notes: This collapses 2 sketches that I thought would be two independent songs. The dissonance between them challenges me but also hooks me to the point where mashing them together seems all I can do. Like an itch that my fingers are trying to scratch on the frets. I had also been attempting a time change between them but the train kept falling off the tracks. I had to banish the thought to get this recorded, which was no small feat. The heavy rhythm, which is rather obnoxious IMO, is an attempt to negate the internalized time change.

Subject Notes: This is definitely a case where, with more time, I would break out the books and do some research to get the most out of the techniques I reference below. I use 3 divergent chants here from contested faiths. Research time would give me the opportunity to include a greater diversity of expressions of peace and become more intentional in an attempt to “balance” the energies.

“Death need time for what it kills to grow in” is a William S. Burroughs quote. My “Hum Allah” styling def references Leon Thomas’ prayer on Pharaoh Sanders’ “Hum-Allah-Hum-Allah Hum Allah” – from Jewels of Thought.

This reaches way back to my study of Sufism with Vilayat Inayat Khan in the 90s. Somewhere I’ve told the story of how I picked up the phone at work one day and ended up supporting Vilayat Inayat Khan when he visited Tucson in 1996. I basically was hired on as his personal AV guy and was tasked with making sure he could be heard by attendees of a 7 day desert retreat.

There wasn’t much to do and part of the deal was that I got to participate as an attendee myself. In the evenings we would gather in a large common room, about 30 people, and perform rituals together. It was a silent retreat for all but Vilayat Inayat Khan who led us in what I now consider to be some of the most profound ceremonies I’ve been in.

By profound I mean transformative, they changed me quite a bit. It was very healing. One evening we collapsed chants for peace and healing from different faiths. I was in the height of my anti-christian posturing so I was EXTREMELY challenged to allow myself to reach for gnosis through ecstatically signing and moving with Ave Maria.

This challenge was heightened by the inclusion of chants and songs I was less familiar with but held as much cultural weight and power. It was VERY much a “spiritual” manifestation of Gysin’s cut up method and yeah, the future leaked out. Here we are. The chants here are an attempt to reach back to that healing ritual in the face of Gaza’s “bombs and drones.” Thanks for looking, 🙏🏻❤️

Eden Bloom – Sick of Morrissey

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My unconscious mind is trolling Morrissey. These lyrics just came forward over this nice little progression. I’m trying to talk more. I’m uncertain, especially after I finish when I’m in that post gnosis glow. Thanks for looking. 🙏🏻

Eden Bloom – Sick of Morrissey

This is another song to try to say I’m sorry
Please please please please forgive me
I don’t want to make excuses you’ve heard it all before I’m sorry.
All want, all I want, all I want is for you to be happy
Say it again, say it again say it again, I’m sorry
I’m sick of singing all these sad songs
I’m sick of sounding like Morrissey
I’m sick of signing all these dark songs
I’m sick of being scary
I’m sick of singing all these love songs
When you don’t even follow me, you don’t even see
Here I am confused again
Thinking that it has anything to do with you
Maybe what I need to do is forgive me
I’m doing more damage than my worst enemy
I need to forgive me, forgive me, please forgive me
I’m so sick of being so god damn lonely
Never let nobody in for the fear that they might know me
And if you don’t love me, what could they see in me?
How can I be worthy?
I so fucking sick of being whiney
I’m sick of sounding like Morrissey
I’m sick of signing all these dark songs
I’m sick of being scary
I’m sick of singing all these love songs
When you don’t even follow me
Or subscribe to me, you don’t even see
This is another song to try to say I’m sorry
Please please please please forgive me
I don’t want to make excuses you’ve heard it all before I’m sorry.
All want, all I want, all I want is for you to be happy
Say it again, say it again say it again, I’m sorry

© Eden Bloom, Eschaton Life, December 17, 2023

Michael 23 1969-2023, Laughter and Light

I posit the reheard and remembered laughter of loved ones lost may lighten the load of our collective loss.

丰 23 I’ve written pages upon pages since Michael’s passing. His influence, which was almost always interwoven with others in our extended networks/currents, reached into my own design work, my ideas about cooperative living, framing ritual as public art, community engagement and so many other ways.

In the end, after reading through our broken correspondence over the years, my journals from the 90s when we first met, and the folder of mail art and flyers across time, I gleaned that at this stage in our collective grief this would be the joint to pass. This is the important research we got up to when we were supposed to be running electric and hanging drywall in the office in “Little Guyana”, 1992.

Brother Teacher is gonna be dearly missed. All love and strength from our little family to J and E. Fund them: https://gofund.me/969848d1

Strive Dreams,
Eden Bloom, fka Gregg,
fka G.O.D. For those who go back this far ❤️😜🔥23 丰