Tag Archives: Drone

[reviews [ of sorts ] of others] Rangga Purnana Aji

An evening of shadows and breeze, under the holding-together eves of an old abode.

The artificial light, florescent and projected, night time colors that existed fornever until almost now.

Here’s motorbikes on dopler, conversations off-kilter,
nearby hawks for dollar,
and in this allyway, a master of ceremony

Rangga turns QWERTY to grooves,
joins disjointed patterns with glue of silence.
Rungga holds court,
captures drums,
spits then grinning

This echolaction for the slow

The ghost play flutes
Ghosts that live everywhere here unless the air has been cleared
Ghosts, trapped, out of time, cursed to repeat the last thing uttered, till…

Cleanse with noise
Return to drum
Hold no pattern

Quick
Pick it up…
your pulse is ringing
Quick
Something is inside….
Your chest
Quick
This b[e]at
Has hooks
Quick
Pick it up…
your pulse is singing

Rangga’s BANDCAMP

[reviews [ of sorts ] of others] Deathless

Above the H Block enclosure, with the roof missing, the day turns into evening sky.
Birds that I do not know the name of, in a frequency range I can not hear, are shouting to each other. From branch to branch. From wing to wing.
Dusk bugs, trying to avoid both the before and after, swim between the chairs, an air breathing fish built like a tank, a cousin perhaps to kin who hear with their legs. Soon, they will be trapped in the gaze of ten million moons.
The percussion of the bats’ echolocation drumrolls the air in search of food, a sound source faster than blinking, swifter than thinking.
Deathless is in front of us.  Dreaming up electronic drone for Yogyakarta, music for the heat, soothing like the shade.
All around us, the green and the brown, of leaf, and bark, and earth. Washed over with waterless waves flow through wet air.

The sole inhabitant of the vertical world, the Lizard, only hears itself.

Yogya falls silent.

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Deathless is an electronic artist from Bandung, Java, Indonesia.