keith evans, john davis, kathleen quillian, sean horchy, suki o’kane, linda scobie, renée dolores kelly.

We were told of the oldest pepper tree in Vallejo, to listen and to drink deep. The floorpan and the boardroom are all laid out connected in spirit and sight and signal. Adjacent shapes for familiar relations. More shapes than we can imagine color our food everyday and pull on our shirts. Have you seen the lion?

Upstairs in 1860 an intercession, a table, a figure of outgoing lines and a broken panorama as we join hands, all our twists of fingers bound up inside one another. Notice your chest, swelling up in call and response, a hinged barn door and the rapping of diminishing oxygen in here. The electric ghosts and the binding problem.  The Winslow House is our instrument in 2024. Convening subjects of our attentions are drawn from the cloudy vapors and the mycelial outgrowths and rewoven into complexes of gating, to keep the chickens together. Visiting personalities, both human and not, both allies and antagonists are arrayed like divinatory cards, in a power law distribution.  It may be in the candle, It may be in the water, you may douse it out; there may be specious conclusions that need arbitration or brigandage. A willingness to flow and be game and to look squarely at the externalities and catastrophic risks.

Come back to the pepper tree and the house. Use this instrument to attenuate what you perform, refloridate your gut, the soil microbes and the phytoplankton whom convene, with mitochondrial strengths and codes. Notice your chest rise and fall and the lattice of weather pass over. Use this feedback to develop the ear stage. Use this instrument to avert and send away the counterfeits and asymmetries, perverse incentives that see us not here, absent skittering in a multipolar trap. Spin the pointers and tone along, you’ve only fear to lose. The river feeds the roads, and the bridges of Mare Island will be drawn for you.

Throw it from our gums, all in a row left to right and rungs cracked on that desiccated old ladder in the barn. Stand still the ear stage is setting up secret boundaries worked into the floorboards with the oil solids and micro plastics. Some light from the moon is lodged in a bubble inside the glass of the tall window above the gangway. It is setting too. Deontic modal schematics of the plumbing and electrical infrastructure, emblazoned in cyan.  Ghost channels every opening. There was a wave on the porch with an owl shadow surfing. The cistern stood up to us; Subduction on the hill to give the grief away. She let me hang her on that long branch. Can’t believe how far you can reach conceptions, all those errant objects in the nests above the hammock. Speckled eggfaces, we are here in the drawing room tracing viruses into smoke. Aether Ore consumer based solution quick picks. Come help hold it together we need your dangling toes and nails. Wind will be amplified and filtered through the piano. A newt descending the stairs is called on by the frogs. Doctrines + / -. Perhaps the point is getting lost.

Return to your gums, quenching. The bones exposed in your blister and smirk. The toll at the mouth of the river may cost everything. Heard Kim say “Win Slow” in ritual we say it together. The table is set. Circle up with the complex polygons down in your arteries and reorder our protective habits in a Gaussian distribution.  Each stomach may turn on the road, feel the creeping Metabolism. Build convex walls, lay down an array and Strike it! The bell lines of the lianas are writing biographies plagiarized in dried trails of banana slugs.

One more conjunction for the aegis. Protection, much protection spits a ganglion horde of serpents consentual fairy rings of salt trumpets and dried primrose. Mars and Jupiter write holding patterns in the oaks, palimpsesting feedback of the ocean like whipped alphabet soup. Hold your breath at 4:04 and again at 3:19, some kind of solar flare erupts in the sinus above your eyes.

Burns.

Have not been sure what to do about my neck because it is not an object it is the signature of my head, an effect, and your instrument has me turned and translated. I see a megaphone some sallow leather texture . My favorite. It was in the wizard of oz. Ankles above dancing rubies is the name of the ceremony the apparatus, to practice attunement scales and structure. Slipping on those stairs is practicality, giving them their rightful place in the dark ecology and please be careful! All are afoot. Cosensing is politic. Syndicalists between histories drink those aminos. Break are aheart. 200 lb dirty chemical nano gmo nuclear lampshades.

… & we invite you to partake in the seance by contributing to a potluck for the spirits = respond to the words above with a dish or beverage - make and/or bring something to share with the other guests and feed the artists who will share their work. kin salt - whatever you enjoy making/sharing will be an offering well received.