Even when I say this
I see a cloud necklaced with fire.
I see people melting like tears.
released February 27, 2026
https://schurer.bandcamp.com/album/a-song-for-eliane-after-she-is-dead
https://berndschurer.bandcamp.com/album/janus
Janus is the ancient Roman god of beginnings, endings, transitions, doorways, and time, famously depicted with two faces looking in opposite directions—one to the past, one to the future. He oversees gates, passages, and the start of new cycles, making him crucial for new year celebrations (January is named after him) and rites of passage like weddings and births, symbolizing movement between states. Romans invoked him first in rituals, viewing him as a guardian of all transitions, from daily life to war and peace.
A Janus Bunch oscillator state comprises two distinct phases. The model can describe synchronisation between internal phases and external oscillators by coupling both internally and externally. This enables the phases to exhibit fascinating and intricate movements. Some of these compositions use networks of so-called Janus Oscillators as a reservoir of dynamic patterns. These patterns are audified by using auditory-display techniques coupled to dynamical FM/RM Synthesis algorithms organized in a 2-dimensional plane (each oscillator has several arbitrary XY coordinates).
released January 4, 2026
#innoi #farewell
Netochka Nezvanova & Eliane Radigue | In Spirit
https://schurer.bandcamp.com/album/as-if
Finisterre
I don’t understand why we must do things in this world, why we
must have friends and aspirations, hopes and dreams. Wouldn’t
it be better to retreat to a faraway corner of the world, where all
its noise and complications would be heard no more?
Then we could renounce culture and ambitions; we would lose everything
and gain nothing; for what is there to be gained from this
world?
There are people to whom gain is unimportant, who are
hopelessly unhappy and lonely.
We are so closed to one another! And yet, were we to be totally open to each other, reading into
the depths of our souls, how much of our destiny would we see?
We are so lonely in life that we must ask ourselves if the loneliness
of dying is not a symbol of our human existence. Can there
be any consolation at the last moment? This willingness to live
and die in society is a mark of great deficiency. It is a thousand
times preferable to die somewhere alone and abandoned so that
you can die without melodramatic posturing, unseen by anyone.
I despise people who on their deathbed master themselves and
adopt a pose in order to impress. Tears do not burn except in solitude.
Those who ask to be surrounded by friends when they die
do so out of fear and inability to live their final moments alone.
They want to forget death at the moment of death. They lack infinite
heroism. Why don’t they lock their door and suffer those
maddening sensations with a lucidity and a fear beyond all
limits?
We are so isolated from everything.
But isn’t everything equally inaccessible to us?
The deepest and most organic death is death in solitude,
when even light becomes a principle of death.
In such moments you will be severed from life, from love, smiles,
friends and even from death. And you will ask yourself if there is
anything besides the nothingness of the world and your own
nothingness.
Netockas´ Thoughts while reading <the theory of the solitary sailor>, Gilles. Grelet, June 2024
#nn #solitudes