The Audioverses

Message in the Sky

Wed, 16 Nov 2011 18:30:31 +0000

The first poem towards what will be a whole narrative collection I am creating; Murs Blancs du Ciel.

If you enjoy and wish to watch the narrative unfold, please follow the page and feel free to leave me a comment, message, or whatever you wish!

Kevin Phoenix.

'The Audioverses' closes at October 1st, 02:33am.

Sat, 01 Oct 2011 02:49:00 +0100

Below is the final verse to the quadrilogy which contents The Audioverses, concluding ‘Ignis’ and therefore this collection.
I have enjoyed this for nearly 2 and a half years, and it is time to bury the hatchet on this part of my writing in order to make way for other collections to be born. I am still writing.

www.theaudioverses.tumblr.com with remain as display, but no post activity will come from this other than news of any birthing collections. Questions, submits, etc. will be read on here if you make any, and I will reply when I can, otherwise please email me for better discourse.

So thank you for reading, thank you to everyone throughout my life for making this possible, and to humanity for giving me a reason to delve into life in order to better understand the world.

Forever thoughtful,
Kevin Phoenix.

Wake.

Thousands watch me die, none dismiss their jealousy.
I am the beginning as much as the end,
the wake from a nightmare clothed with it all.
That same all to own, even of the born,
the freedom dressed in sovereign colours.
Curses come in fours, grey saturates of fruitlessly rich soil,
we recognise as “O’ sweetest home”, but not as turmoil.
For I am reborn so far as I dissolve into industrial smog,
beneath the ill-green objects of saddest desire
to the Roussean gardens of once bashful hearts,
and the pulse of angels in the sky clutch my hands on time
which boom forth proclamation, to know thy selfish chime.
This is the wake; the death of deception;
my ultimate lay of hands, naked, prepared.
Swear with me, unite, against it’s isolation,
and glide through our soft soil with Love.

www.theflaneur.co.ukWebsite of ‘La Société des Flâneurs...

Fri, 12 Aug 2011 19:36:00 +0100

www.theflaneur.co.uk

Website of ‘La Société des Flâneurs Sans Frontières’, Liverpool Chapter.
For all you Dandies, Thinkers and Eclectics out there.

Open thoughts.

Thu, 11 Aug 2011 17:36:00 +0100

For anyone who reads my writing, since I don’t know of anyone specifically who does, please talk to me about it!

I want to know your thoughts, feelings, criticisms, advice, ABSOLUTELY ANYTHING THAT COMES TO MIND.
Anonymous or not, I’m happy to speak.

http://theaudioverses.tumblr.com/ask

kphnx.

Freedom of Information Fighters.

Mon, 08 Aug 2011 23:00:07 +0100

Freedom of Information Fighters.:

kphnx:

I’m an administrator, and would love followers from all you anarchical, philosophical, spiritual, fantastical minds out there that beautify my feed.
Thank you in advance!

Hard times.

Fri, 05 Aug 2011 14:46:39 +0100

My comfort is writing, so here is Buried Beneath The Frost I would like to be read and hopefully shared, otherwise just thank you for reading.
Comments and what not would be appreciated.

"Take me to the river that carries your promises, so healthy with living dreams keeping ebb and..."

Sun, 31 Jul 2011 21:55:57 +0100

“

Take me to the river that carries your promises,
so healthy with living dreams keeping ebb and flow,
and we can know the skin’s desire.

Walk me down the banks to soak the sediments,
under the weight of the world, mere dust between toes,
are now the dreams we knew prior.

Shed me like the dying songs, strung on broken strings.
Flaking to the ground our skin entwines with silt and sand,
a love of birthing the brightest fire.

Root me with the soil then, to sprout promises to the sky,
of green-glowing open-arms, kept with scented reminisce of my light,
to fill me, when back from the world’s spire.

”

- Promise Me Death

Les Feuilles Mortes de l’Automne. A love poem; I would...

Mon, 25 Jul 2011 14:56:00 +0100

Les Feuilles Mortes de l’Automne.

A love poem; I would love if you could share this if you share the sentiments for love and nature.

H-unt_Me_Li-e_-he_H-ave--_--

Fri, 22 Jul 2011 01:44:00 +0100

Incognitum.
http://theaudioverses.tumblr.com/main

So, the mystery behind the title 'The Audioverses'.

Mon, 18 Jul 2011 00:51:00 +0100

It’s not so mysterious it seems.

Although poems are pieces of art with dimensions reaching out visually and mentally, the rawest power it comes in is the audio medium; whether read out loud, or in the voice within your head, at your perceived pace, with your perceived tone, and so on. ‘The Audioverses’ reflects that raw power language has.
To me, the real value comes from the personality put into the writing, through the way one alone reads it, with respect to Barthes’ concept of ‘The Death of the Author’.

So, if I record one of my poems on an audio, perhaps video, track for you to hear to get an idea of how my personality purports through, which one do you think I should choose and why?

Or even, would you like to read one and show me how you read it?

My Cyanide Soul.

Thu, 14 Jul 2011 22:56:00 +0100

My Cyanide Soul.:

For the times when you; the truest form of you, that thing dreaming of beauty in her and all things around; feel trapped.

Our Living Tragedy

Mon, 04 Jul 2011 22:19:00 +0100

Our Living Tragedy

kphnx: As my first post, I’m happy to simply put up ‘The Answer...

Wed, 29 Jun 2011 22:55:10 +0100

kphnx:

As my first post, I’m happy to simply put up ‘The Answer Lies Within’ by Dream Theater (creative rights to them, distribution rights to Roadrunner Records), because I desperately believe that people don’t take the time to sit and ask questions, even as simple as ‘why?’. If people moved towards a more existential outlook on life, perhaps innate motivations to answer questions or even seek answers they can’t resolve: problems, gaps, unknowns; instead of accept them passively. A lot of misguidance is down in my eyes to people not taking enough time to take time to ask questions, even to themselves.

‘The Audioverses’ I am using for my creativity, and this for my free mind to go apeshit. Enjoy listening, and speak soon!

First post on my personal blog, which I won’t be reblogging from here or rarely will I advertise it here as this is for my creativity, so please follow. :]

newbeatnik: collaboration

Wed, 29 Jun 2011 10:40:36 +0100

newbeatnik: collaboration:

newbeatnik:

This is a shout out to all of you who’ve mailed me asking me to consider collaborating with them. I started some projects that never really got off the ground, so i’m considering another idea. A mass collaboration, with 15 of the best verses submitted to me going into it with all credit given. The…

Personal blog on Tumblr.

Mon, 27 Jun 2011 01:07:53 +0100

Personal blog on Tumblr.

For anyone who doesn't already know me...

Thu, 23 Jun 2011 01:18:30 +0100

I’ve reworked my profile page under the link ‘The Author’, if you care to have a quick read for those who don’t know me, or for those who do and just want a read by all means.
If it means more people talk, share, submit or ask, then by all means take a peek!

Freedom of Information Fighters.

Wed, 22 Jun 2011 22:52:45 +0100

Freedom of Information Fighters.:

Follow and let the voices of all be heard.
What better thing than a liberal blog for anyone to contribute, debate and learn from?

New.

Tue, 21 Jun 2011 02:47:00 +0100

Layout created, and will centralise the Tumblr account by deleting the Blogspot account, as I’m sure nobody uses/views it.

Secondly, my first stream-of-consciousness poem ‘From Ties That Bind’ is available, so please read and give me thoughts and feelings!

One year of 'Nightmare' by Avenged Sevenfold.

Fri, 17 Jun 2011 22:41:00 +0100

Released on July 27th 2010, 7 months after the sudden death of long-time friend and drummer James ‘The Reverend’ Sullivan, ‘Nightmare’ has travelled above Eminem’s ‘Recovery’ album in the US charts, no longer topping it, for one week it was Avenged Sevenfold that took the ultimate honour for themselves in mid-August reaching number one, and February this year ‘Nightmare’ was certified Gold by the RIAA. Away from the corporate achievements made, the album was awarded ‘Album of the Year’ at the Golden Gods, voted by fans and applauded by fellow heavyweights in the industry. One year since it’s release, this album continues to entomb the memory of Sullivan in gold and awe, and reach into a depth of understanding of the human mentality ultimately; after all, there can be nothing more powerful than a nightmare’s ability to take hold of your immaterial mind, which this album demonstrates.

The album opens with the title-track and premier single, keeping Sullivan’s influential method of using elements of metalcore with small aesthetics that support the hard rock which lays out the whole song after the initial haunting bells followed by Portnoy’s blistering drums (which Sullivan himself fashioned in a demo before passing), whaling guitars and adrenal punch-line vexed by Shadows; typical ingredients for the Avenged Sevenfold opening single. ‘Welcome to the Family’ follows as a straightforward homage to Sullivan since he wrote it following the previous concept the album was aimed to delve into, not knowing the remaining members of Avenged Sevenfold had ironically suffered, first-hand, the pain they wished to illustrate previously; it became neither concept nor fictional, but expressionist and conscious. ‘Danger Line’ continues Avenged Sevenfold’s experiments with aesthetics demonstrated in their self-titled album in 2007, yet keeps the hard rock base as tribute to the soldiers fighting for their country, which they give one song to in each album to support, inspire and motivate. How better to put across the message of needing to leave fear of death behind by exercising that very need: successfully putting the record out only 7 months after losing a dear friend and integral part of the band as composer, founder, persona, brother. However, it’s the following tracks that bring the album progressive and, artistically, to great depth and true recognition.

‘Buried Alive’ acts as two different elemental songs fusing together, conceptually alike to yin and yang working together to balance all things, this song becomes a fluent balance between ballad and hard rock, leading the album strongly into it’s heavier side. ‘Natural Born Killer’ succeeds ‘Buried Alive’ to put the metal majestic of Synyster Gates and Zacky Vengeance into practice, really hammering home the roots Sullivan helped create for Avenged Sevenfold from 1999 when the bands primary musical style was heavy, thrash, hardcore: bring the crowd into chaos like only a metal show can do. We are then brought back still again by the sombre acoustics of ‘So Far Away’, composed by Gates as a personal conversation, with his instrument and his words, to his best friend Sullivan. Again, two elements of first acoustic simplicity soothing the listener to witness the conversation, and second the weeping electric guitar stretching the heartbeats which play in time with the drums that swiftly pace the song into the epic climax of pure love for a friend out of reach and out of life. We all want to heartily yell the song title with Shadows by the end. After your heart has been taken through adrenaline rushs and admirable aches, ‘God Hates Us’ flows from the acoustics of ‘So Far Away’ brilliantly back into the Sullivan-esque aesthetic of eerieness, opening and closing the song resembling the two ends of a nightmare, toppled by pounding metal beats like your heart during a nightmare which you can only helplessly allow to furiously pump in your comatose state of sleep. Not to mention musically resurrecting the exciting elements not seen since ‘Sounding the Seventh Trumpet’ and ‘Waking the Fallen’ in early 00s!

The album takes on a different direction in ‘Victim’, as a song not quite a ballad, not quite a metal song, not quite any distinctive style. It centralises the album as a sublime, communal message we can only feel is being passed beyond the world we’re listening through; we can only engage so far with the song but somehow it retains an air of juxtaposition we can’t fully understand in it’s beautiful horror, only unconsciously possibly: the sleeping part of us all. ‘Tonight the World Dies’ resembles the previous album’s track ‘Gunslinger’ with the majority of the track acoustic and light percussion, only the exceptional few seconds occurring during the chorus which hammer the pain en route through your ears, to the darkest part of us whilst all else has gave everything in listening to the album so far. As your heart beats irregularly, ‘Fiction’ blows the album’s predictability and stereotypical criticism as an album aimed at vulnerable, needy teenagers away. In truth, the album evokes a message only matched in the expressionist movements during the late 19th century and early 20th century. Apart from abstract expressionism, it’s basically an album invading the mind and psyche of each listener to feel the terrors which they felt then, at the time of recording, and still at the very moment you are listening. ‘Fiction’ removes all signs of metal, rock, etc. to accumulate the two pure things which Sullivan artistically revelled in; piano and drums; basics of melody and rhythm he transforms into a haunting track loaded with piety and emotion. It is Sullivan speaking alone, for the final time, in all ways he can void of era, the only time governed is the 5 mins and 13 seconds taken for the track to take course. No more words can justify the importance of ‘Fiction’. The final track is Sullivan’s creativity at full power forming another epic track, like that of ‘A Little Piece of Heaven’ in 2007. ‘Save Me’ takes 11 minutes of dedication and concentration to take in the majesty and regality of progressiveness allowing for musical free-reign to profess talents, and Sullivan does so along with his brothers in Avenged Sevenfold with a track so detailed and precise, we are welcomed to admit to needing help every now and again in this “vile world, where the end-games are the same as every other”. A fresh breath is needed for the final track, and the album ties together as a journey of self-recovery and understanding of a nightmare, and especially knowing in the end when to admit the power that nightmare had over you.

One year after ‘Nightmare’ hit the shelves and was released online for all to buy or steal, it remains a solid album to hold and hear. Drawing artistically from the human psychology both mentally and sociologically, and the need to put across the impact of Sullivan’s death on the band as people and as musicians, this record will stand the test of time so long as simple anecdotes remain; that Sullivan was their dear brother, that he excelled in piano and drums, that he was an idol of sublimity and that he loved metal music enough to combine them all to survive eternally in the ‘Nightmare’ casket.

(As this is my first review, I would love some feedback! Greatly appreciated.)

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Fri, 17 Jun 2011 17:20:08 +0100

Exists! GO GO GO.