Thom Monn

Distance doesn't separate people. Silence does. - Jeff Hood (2013)

Recording of my Set last Friday Night at the Kaschemme Club in Basel 1am-5am.

Language has created the word “loneliness” to express the pain of being alone. And it has created the word “solitude” to express the glory of being alone. ― Paul Johannes Tillich, The Eternal Now (1956)

The Golden Void by Thom Monn

Let's call it a year (Warmup for 2017) by Thom Monn

for my sister (1971-2016)

Es ist Unsinn sagt die Vernunft Es ist was es ist sagt die Liebe Es ist Unglück sagt die Berechnung Es ist nichts als Schmerz sagt die Angst Es ist aussichtslos sagt die Einsicht Es ist was es ist sagt die Liebe Es ist lächerlich sagt der Stolz Es ist leichtsinning sagt die Vorsicht Es ist unmöglich sagt die Erfahrung Es ist was es ist sagt die Liebe Erich Fried (1983)

All roads are blocked to a philosophy which reduces everything to the word ‘no.’ To ‘no’ there is only one answer and that is ‘yes.’ Nihilism has no substance. There is no such thing as nothingness, and zero does not exist. Everything is something. Nothing is nothing. Man lives more by affirmation than by bread. (Victor Hugo in Les Misérables)

Loud As A Whisper by Thom Monn

warmup session for marek at the hinterhof club in basel.

Clockwork | Running Searching (Thom Monn Rework) | Free Download by Thom Monn

Running In Circles by Thom Monn

The Svenska Series Mixtape Vol.6 Tracklist: Loscil - Endless Falls Brambles - Reflected Consciousness Apparat - Lighton Timo Maas, Brian Molko - College 84 (Patrick Chardronnets Ambient Mix) Trentemøller - Neverglade Dustin O'Halloran - Fragile N.2 Loscil - The Making Of Grief Point Recondite - Floe Laurent Garnier - The Cloud Making Machine Part 2 Kyson - Sorry For All Those Tough Times Mike Sheridan - Tidligt Afsted Trifonic - Calling Apparat - 44 Superpitcher - Moon Fever Remixe (Lawrence Ambient Mix) Biosphere & H.I.A. - The Rotunda Talvihorros - Dyspnea Mike Sheridan - Morgentimer Apparat - Escape

Being but men, we walked into the trees Afraid, letting our syllables be soft For fear of waking the rooks, For fear of coming Noiselessly into a world of wings and cries. If we were children we might climb, Catch the rooks sleeping, and break no twig, And, after the soft ascent, Thrust out our heads above the branches To wonder at the unfailing stars. Out of confusion, as the way is, And the wonder, that man knows, Out of the chaos would come bliss. That, then, is loveliness, we said, Children in wonder watching the stars, Is the aim and the end. Being but men, we walked into the trees. // Dylan Thomas //

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