Aliensyntax's video: Knotted Roots of Galactic Dark Sunn O Janaka Stucky Mystical Doom Poetry Mashup

Composition created by blending and editing Sunn O)))'s "Troubled Air" (Life Metal, 2019) with a poem from Janaka Stucky's new book "Ascend Ascend" (he performed it live on Occulture). “Blessed are the spiders their alphabet Twenty six stones my corpse is dancing Blessed are the worms the maggots Sexless and probing like tongues Through the rotting soil […] Blessed is the loam the darkness Mushrooms blooming teeth pushing Through the earth’s black and putrid gums Blessed is the Maw The Great Maw the mouth the gnashing Of continental shores Blessed are the stones the rocks The island all the world a promontory scab Hardening around the earth’s myriad Molten wounds Blessed is the blood the bile ascending The gross moss of shapeless years forming On the eyeless trunks of trees Blessed are the snakes the dragons Breathing the giants eating each dumb Beast our mothers our fathers filled with blood Blessed are the black cricket’s legs singing Furiously until the whole lake is on fire Blessed is the fire Blessed is the lake Blessed are the cricket’s black legs Blessed is the trembling nerve of now The great topaz hurtling through Galactic dark Blessed is the dark the knotted roots Of the first tree the fearful serpent Uncoiling still as even the first Stone turns to dust Blessed is our fear The Great Retching which rips us Wide eyed hairy and blood spattered Terribly laughing up from the mud Blessed is the transfiguration of terror that wakens The crimson thread within Blessed is our weaving and braiding Our crawling Blessed is our climb Blessed are we who flop from mud To soil to grass to trees Blessed are our lungs our hands Blessed is the transmutation of air And fruit and meat to spirit Blessed are the bees Blessed is their hive returning Through each flaw of rain revealing The heirophany of nectar In the fresh light of the cloud’s empty womb Blessed is our moaning and shitting Our walking on quivering feet Blessed is our walking and running Our speaking each day our dying Our struggle toward freedom our dying Blessed is the fight for freedom Even more than to be free Blessed is our life Blessed is our instrument responding With purity to the collapsing Sigh of the world Blessed is our cry Our cry our radiant repeating The gleaming cinder Like honey like wax like roses The world vanishing and nothing But us remaining beneath the abyss Of god singing I am the one that is not And when the cry comes to no longer Be the vessel the cry comes Not from your mouth Alone it is not you talking It is ancestors of ancestors speaking with centuries Upon centuries of mouths it is Not you alone desiring it is A galaxy of descendants desiring Down the long fathomless Pillar of your infinite heart”