War (PUR#019)

by Wound and Otherness.

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El estrago es, primeramente, lo que no se soporta. Lo insoportable por su cualidad de insaciable. Generar el estrago es saberse con la asfixia hasta la garganta y sublimarlo para no darse un tiro en la cabeza. Esto, que supone ser también un reguero de sangre sobre el piso, trae a la altura de la algarabía, un nombre, desgraciado. War, una palabra de tan sólo tres letras y letal como una bomba dentro del cráneo, dibuja la altura de una caída, y es sucio y agresivo, como una fuerza que se moviliza entre las venas y que pide expulsión. Esa caída es, en términos más concretos, el no encontrarse con el Otro, la falta, la herida, el retorno. War es una guerra no complementaria, desnivelada, que tiene como precio la desolación de Saturno, que tiene como condena, la Otredad y el desarraigo. Sobre Wound and Otherness hay que decir que en esta segunda aparición, explora la violenta fuerza de la electrónica de potencia, el ruido más provocador, y empieza a marcar un carácter ineludible, propio, del desastre. Wound and Otherness está para usted, una vez más, haciendo de las razones insoportables algo corrosivo y destructor.

Portada: Adaptación de la fotografía Mrs.Ward and Baby (1903) de Gertrude Käsebier para Wound and Otherness – War.

Sonido: Felipe Ortiz.
CD-R 6 copias.


2016.

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released June 20, 2016

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Track Name: Please fire your gun to my head.
Don’t think more
because you’ve shot in my skull
and you broke my head,
you broke my bones.
Please fire your gun to my head,
is the Law that I ask
nothing is needed
for know that death
comes to my lungs.
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Please fire your gun to my head.
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I’ll wait until you… fire your gun,
because in your hands
it’s all destruction.
And please cut my tongue!
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Please fire your gun to my head.
Track Name: Until the root of a blind tree (tombs of the dead birds).
Our love it lasted two silences
and one thousand nights on memory,
this love is the root
of a tree trunk
that born and grew up blind,
where I go?
-
Your death is my death,
the mine is yours.
where are you?
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Why I came to this,
to my place, the otherness,
if our place was
common?
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We went until the root,
but the root was very… short?
Track Name: A man dead in 66 street.
I've seen while walking
a man dead
in the Street,
and i felt the military envy
of know the Truth.
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Seems which he had fallen
from the top of a building,
his skull was broken
and the blood covered the street.
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It was raining, it was raining…
In the 66 street there was a dead man
and he seems to me.
Track Name: War (symptom of not complementarity).
Desolation,
at the beginning and the end.
Only deads and wounded
in this search of calm and love.
We are not,
we are not,
this War isn’t complementarity,
I go back your mirrors,
and you go…
back of… your own mirrors.