Random Radio 250514 (463)
Freeform music, Wednesday night from 8-10 MDT on Gila/Mimbres Community Radio, KURU 89.1 FM in Silver City, NM and online at GMCR.org.
I. Informative
It was around noon when we decided to revisit the gallery that had once displayed pictures of departure. The building hadn’t changed much, save for a new installation blaring solar music from a corner speaker. A volunteer offered us some pamphlets titled “Shoot From the Heart” and another one called “One of Our Girls (Has Gone Missing).” We politely declined.
II. Scientific Abstract
Subject nepturanous 020293 was exposed to continuous loops of khali under infrared lighting conditions. Auditory stimulation included fragments from tutti lo sanno and electric day. The subject exhibited episodic twitching of the patella black region, correlating with stimuli marked as “new york grief.” Further study is recommended.
III. Cinematic
The camera pans over a dim cold café. Shadows flit past the condensation on the windows. Inside, cosmic joe nurses a drink. Across from him, the mercury girl stares out toward the rainy avenue. A flicker. In a back booth, someone whispers “khali is coming.” Outside, candlemice scurry across a neon-lit sidewalk.
IV. Advertising Copy
Let us dance! Feel the rhythm of electric day and make every move count! Whether you’re planning a seaside weekend or just need to get around to it, there’s only one soundtrack for the season: “Mellodroma 2a.” Available wherever dreams are streamed. Because you deserve to shoot from the heart.
V. Philosophical
Why not now, indeed. Time, it seems, is little more than a see-through barrier separating potential from action. Just as ouch monkeys react instinctively, do we not owe ourselves a similar immediacy? Perhaps the very notion of burning airlines give you so much more is an allegory for risk as reward.
VI. Animal Fable
Once, in the glowing ruins of an abandoned planetarium, a pig named Erroll proclaimed, “pigs … (in there), yes, but not out here.” His companion, a sheep known for keeping heaps of sheeps in her thoughts, replied, “Then let us find candlemice to light the way.” They danced under the last solar music.
VII. Melancholic Letter
Dear Clara,
It’s been raining for what feels like weeks here. The streets are puddled with new york grief, and I find myself humming in the presence of a cold café without meaning to. I miss your voice, the way we used to get around to it, even our arguments about cosmic joe. Please write.
VIII. Choral Recitation
And we say:
let us dance!
And they answer:
let us burn in the air!
We sing:
burning airlines give you so much more!
They chant:
why not now? why not now?
And in the silence after, only candlemice remain.
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