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“Reappearance” by Isidore is up for streaming and download here . Also stay tuned for details on how to pre-order ‘Life Somewhere Else’. Our Grand Master has been very busy wowing crowds throughout Australia, while he simultaneously pens personal notes to all Northern Hemisphere subscribers (your cds will be mailed out in time for Christmas) – TTB.
Coinciding with the church’s 2011 Australian tour is a sale on Steve’s art – including original paintings, prints, cards, and magnets in the gallery section. Click here to see original paintings for sale and here to see a selection of prints and cards. Questions about Steve’s art or the sale, please email Holly at holly@thetimebeing.com
Several new videos have been added to the video library. Check them out here.
The Time Being additions. Check in on our videos page for recent masterpieces you may have missed! New photo’s are also being collated and added – send through any you may have to sam@thetimebeing.com to be incorporated into the mix. Gracious thanks in advance.
SK Premium is on the horizon. If you have already paid for a premium subscription ($100 or more) contact sam@thetimebeing.com with transaction details and you will receive a download code for the David Neil album. To subscribe now, click here.
Check out the new David Neil video just added to the site.
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glittering out there
now is elusive
then is gone
sometimes the sand contains footprints
although no one has walked upon it
my moon in its absence a vivid crescent scar
the suburbs around the asylum are strangely jungle like
we never seem to arrive anywhere much
although we travel so intently
i have lived in every house on this street
as each new life dawns i move one door closer to morning
yes i move out of night where things are uncertain
i leave a beast in me behind in darkness
i leave breadcrumbs to find my way back
poets lost in naive forests
the pastel trees the gouache fruits turned hard
the acrylic sun with its metallic gold rays
i pick up my gigantic heavy axe
from overhead music is transmitted down down
signal is apprehended
its imagistic messages are stored in my cortex
the middleman has gone
the portal is open
i begin the ascent of my everest
no
i’m sitting here in the luxuriant dark
smelling like a mediterranean fig
telling you the same old jig
still
some hope that you can dig