Metallophilic

Hello all!

While battling on with depression and writer's block, I've decided to challenge myself with yet another creative endeavour inspired by the electroacoustic composition course.
I've been spending a small portion of my spare time (what I have of it anyway) locked away in the studio in campus coming up with some ambient-related electronic tracks with the aid of Logic Express and MIDI controller and have compiled together two breed of projects.


Memories of an Inkscratch
Spoken Poetry/Ambient music


Cosmic Drone
Space Ambient/Drone music

Clicking each album cover, you'll find a link to listen to the tracks for free in the description.
I'll be updating these somewhat regularly so keep an eye on it if you're interested :]

Thank you, and enjoy

Yours,
Synne

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Sorry for such a late update/wrapup/feature
University takes its tolls ><

Some of the highlights of my year

Fav film releases
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(I obviously recommend all of the above. especially Antichrist. However, I do STRONGLY emphasize that all these movies cater GRAPHIC SCENES and ideologically sensitive topics. Do not investigate unless you are above the age of 18. I am no fan of age limits myself but this is for your own good)

Fav albums releases
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Concerts I've attended
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Tool, hillariously made a glorious appearance in this small town Kingston during their North American tour, even leaving out Ottawa or Montreal!
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Fantastic experience never the less, but I somehow still prefer the normal metal shows much more so.

Best of all...

Travelling to Montreal on my own! and...



Oh the hillarity. I am such a dork <3
Signed shirt and magazine, AND PHOTO with Obscura
I am a sucker for metal bands <_< Though Obscura, might I add, is a rarety in that despite their brutally technical music they are all gorgeous looking. Which isn't often the case with DM.
(but hey, as long as they're sporting the windmill hair and brutally awesome music, what's not to love!)

And here are the features of some wonderful deviants I've come across!
Drop by, say hello, share some lurve please





Dissection: Angel Partsit all comes flooding back
like a collapsing dam with concrete
teeth
under a microscope,
in your backward telescope
eyes
far from righteousness
and holy glory light-bound
wings
rather celestial; orbital
holding stars in your
hands
you were all ingredients of an angel,
with one part love,
two parts shove. The Lighthouse...splashing on the sand
violence and chaos reign
the horizon holding life
threatening the end
cutting through the fog
above the rocks therein
a single light
a guide through the night
a hope of finding home Clutchin my hands I held you
in my hands I knew
in your eyes a shadow
in your heart a doubt
in my mind it's nothing
in my head it's fine
in your breath a whisper
in your mouth no smile
in my arms you've broken
in your arms we're over
I never said we couldn't
break the spell of fading
you heard me say we couldn't
you misinterpret meaning
all this leaves me thinking
a big misunderstanding
ruined something that we loved
in my heart, this love I clutch





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Our nervous systems are busy,Our nervous systems are busy,
livid, autonomous
and without sovereignty.
When we crucify ourselves
a perpetually lanky scream
emanates from our skulls
and fixates our neurons
on that tart cross we call
strangely sweet.
The remainder is the ecstasy
and the agony
of dance confusion
ejaculating oxygen.
Our foul strut
gallops frantically
until the fiction vanishes
and I command you
"Please, drown the lard of our body
ruefully and posthumously
if you have to."
If the soul is a bank
then our bodies are a bank job
and ever so lovingly
a twist entices those daffy flamingos
to embrace the garter
wringing frantically from their sawed-off necks.
The dark glare of our mother's grimace
was a strange scream
that devours hope--
in the way that a worm
gorges a king--
and I plead as I vanish;
"Mosey my water from Hong Kong
and divide the oil
from the water of our body
and baptize me
in the garden
of Fiji." July-kuthon '09The First of July
books being organized
on dusty shelf
earwig skedaddles
The Second of July
facing
the gray sky
roadkill groundhog
The Third of July
fire
moisture
popping
The Fourth of July
cardboard pieces
littered in mornin grasses
firework leftovers
The Fifth of July
lobster tank
empty plate
The Sixth of July
summer days
inside
with a gameboy
The Seventh of July
a project
timely finish
and disappointing
The Eighth of July
the sound of rainstorms
wind
on dealership streamers
little bird
bobbing in the lane
go away
i dry my hands
down the street
a truck flips over
The Ninth of July
evening swim
morning sneeze
The Tenth of July
littered in garbage
maggots
The Eleventh of July
prolonged silence
sudden thud
nature as zendo
air conditioner's
eternal hum
weaved in nature
noisy silence
The Twelfth of July
child like wind
opens and closes
shed doors
old joints
creeeeeeeeeking
shed doors
The Thirteenth of July
fly
walks on comic page
and flies away
The Fourteenth of July
people and paper
take


PearlsYou talk in your sleep -
profane dreams
that make it hard
for me to breathe
because your body unhitches
under my touch,
silken and elegant
in ways that
could change my life
and turn my limbs to
careless toys.
You get under my bones -
like the end
of our worlds rubbing shoulders,
clothes sliding lost and
hard into the pillows,
and that gasp
that dresses your hips
in the pale moonlight
shakeing my morning
like soft
white pearls.   Conversation with God IYou got mad at me that day
I got high on communion wine
and tied
your rosary around my hips
and told you I could talk to God.
I could read the lines
on his cheeks
right through these calloused palms
and I loved
how his voice rose up
tempered and clear like spring,
not thin and waspy
like you promised.
He called me by name
and while his coat was too long
for me to see his feet,
I knew he did not wear shoes
and anger was not his road.
He took my hand to walk
and told me
there was no shame
in falling with grace
and that the broken
would always be heroes in his eyes
because they  know
what it is like
to wear
a crown of thorns.
He promised me
the dark would learn
a new way
and there would be
no more
blood of lambs
spilled in his name
and that the garden
would be ours again.... FabricThe fabric of you,
richly woven
in brilliant threads,
and the almost
divine thrill of silk
that bruises my fingertips
when I unbutton you
and turn you inside out.
I wear you
like my favorite jacket -
suede patched sleeves
and velvet cuffs,
lapels that whisper
your secrets to my skin
and seem to pull the night
into your pockets
as I watch your colors run,
long and singing in the dark


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I'd like to thank everyone for always being so supportive and caring!
Many unfeatured talents featured in the next journal, don't be too disappointed not to see your name on the journal yet <3

2nd semester of 2nd year has started.
some delightful courses:
creative writing-poetry, electroacoustic composition, unspecified chamber ensemble (we're playing Shostakovich no. 8, watch me die! death by shostakovich is, of course, a happy one!)

Speaking of creative writing, I won't be posting my work much until the semester's done, just so I can get a thorough amount of them workshopped and polished first. I'm going to try to spend the time uploading poems by writing instead <_<

Man, such a longassed journal.
Take care all!

Synne

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First 10 people to reply this journal will get three of their deviations featured.
Doesn't matter if you're just dropping by the page and happen to see this, or whether we've been dA acquaintences for a while.

The opportunity is all yours!

Happy Holidays :]

Synne

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