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Westport, 2006.

"The Undersong

I hear the sea-song of the blood in my heart,
I hear the sea-song of the blood in my ears:
And I am far apart,
And lost in the years.

But when I lie and dream of that which was
Before the first man's shadow flitted on the grass,
I am stricken dumb
With sense of that to come.

Is then this wildering sea-song but a part
Of the old song of the mystery of the years--
Or only the echo of the tired heart
And of tears?"

--Fiona Macleod

Metal Machine Music--live.

"The movements machines demand of their users already have the violent, hard-hitting, unresting jerkiness of Fascist maltreatment." --Adorno via

Endgame at mar-a-lago, detailed oil painting, egon schiele.