rfurtkamp

A memory, on a cloud of memory and pain.

A whisper from the time I failed to die.

A ghost in the Oedipal machine, come to roost.

Live November 13, 2017.

When blood and shadows meet at first light, beware.

Original track by Bill Boethius, "Cry 'Havoc'!", available at https://soundcloud.com/bill-boethius/cry-havoc

Live, one pass improv from an angry cripple with a new white angel who needs a leash.

"There is a sadness that lingers pondering such things, as the cost is already high, but there is no revoking what has been called. Such things are left to drift in the pool in the void, beside the shore where a tent is pitched, at the space where childhood begins and ends. I have meddled, and the Will has meddled with me; at an impasse where the world began to melt into formless void, and things best left hidden crept into plain view, the prophecy from the mountain was fulfilled, and all was cast aside."

Duet for jackhammers and crumbling concrete, and a return from the cell beyond.

Live October 27, 2017.

Ashes, all we are, blowing on the breath of the dead.

It is always two, and two is one.

Duet for the frosty touch of autumn, a last caress of things that should always be.

The Space Echo was lonely today, unused, unloved, just passing signal in the night.

Duet in the dust, as morning comes.