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1221​/​E​-​M​-​P​-​I​-​R​-​E​-​D​-​E​-​A​-​T​-​H (Live in Ithaca 10​.​27​.​23)

by Erica Dawn Lyle

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White Phosphorus BY ALICE NOTLEY “Flowery mantle.” “Homeric sacrifice?” “noise of darkness” “fear of darkness” “now mantle of innocence” “King of his death now” “Home” “I’ve come home” “He said, ‘I’ve come home’” “They were sacrificed for nothing, for distant” “instants of thought” “All for your thinking” “He said, ‘I’ve come home; I've finally come home’ then he died” “flowers” “Magnolias & lilies” “innocent now” “I’ve come home. Who’s there? at home? all the dead?” “To come home from the war” “years after” “To die” “To wear mantle light honey” “mantle dead white” “in sunlight, in late” “Homeric?” “he said it was hideous” “all of it” “hideous” “every instant in Nam” “theatre of worsts” “now mantle of white” “phosphorous & lilies?” “trees now lean down” “over our faces” “Tell details of battle?” “As” “in an epic?” “As” “in lies?” “We don’t want that now” “We want only our mother of dirt” “our mantle of white” “want each other of soul; and” “we want” “our mother of spirit” (“rich sweet in dirt”) “we want” “our father” “of leaves” “We want our fate fragmented to air for our children to breathe;” “light on water for widows to think near” “moonlight on water to ease you” “we want no poet, we want our homes in the earth” “that’s all we can have” “want no place in history or poetry” “want our wanderings our sorrows, after the war not remembered,” “we want not to pain her” “we want our love mingled” “with yours” “no place in history” “only in love” “remove us from history,” “All of us sacrificed” “all for a thought” “They played with our souls.” “Used our souls to fight, be their willfulness” “willfulness” “we were made their willfulness,” “nothing but that—” “And you too, you yielded, one way or another” “to their will.” “They” “who are the subject” “of all history” “& of poems” “as if” “we have ever, in all ways” “yielded to them” “by speaking of” “always speaking of” “Kings” “presidents” “the Great Men” “their mistresses” “Generals” “Communist Kings” “Leaders” “Warriors” “West Point of Greeks” “West Point of Greeks against” “West Point of Trojans” “Isn’t it more beautiful, under the Earth?” “Or to be sunlight, not history?” “Now I can love, & only” “now” “Remove us from history but not from your air” “History is willfulness” “is” “precious parts” “History’s for those” “who ask not” “to be forgiven” “We ask to be forgiven” “& loved” “No, we ask” “to be absolved” “And to be” “elemental” “ask leaves & wind” “Ask leaves bending down towards our faces” “Ask light & dirt” “we ask” “our children” “we ask our wives” “Ask that they live” “We ask to be” “with the ones that we killed” “To history” “saying nothing” “being that” (“nothing”) “& to history” “having been” “nothing.” * “In this moment” “before” “anyone, ever” “died” “before we were born?” “in this moment forever before” “before we went to a war” “Before we died” “In this moment, now” “In this moment before, it is not before” “In this very moment” “where is it” “where we haven’t died” “or died inside” “In this moment we haven’t” “in this moment, no one” “in this moment, no one has ever, died” (“But I have been born”) “in this moment” “where, where is it” “in moment” “who’s here” “Catch it catch it” “moment where we are” “merely as it is autonomous,” “autonomous moment” “Without a war” “without a guilt,” “Can we exist” “Outside of what was?” “in the air of our thoughtless, female, moment” “the air of our moment” “not grievous not iron” “moment, not air” “but air of our moment” (“woman-made?”) “faithful, faithful & boundless” “reticent & light” “fond, & kindly” “not reticent but shiny,” “morning-starry, not bloody” “not bloody, in the morning” “in the star” “it is a star” “it is autonomous” “star & it’s mild” “Is it a little” “of us” “from before” “we were born?” (“that was never”) (“I know”) “It is now” “autonomous” “moment of white,” “white flowers, stars & white flowers,” “not before we were born, in this moment of our childhood” “have we our childhood” “in this moment he has his childhood, I think, it is center of” “moment, of childhood” “center of, moment” “wings of his pigeons” “white & grey wings” “moment a feathery” “center of senses” “center of sensation, is this moment” “Center, as sensation falls away” “He has his love” “this moment” “forever” “center of brown eyes” “seen through his eyes” “Only through” “the eyes” “the real eyes” “of the dead” “this moment” “through his eyes” “as child, as childhood” “Only through” “the personality” “can this be” “of the dead” “the lovely person” “holding” “this moment” “this moment in place” “this moment forever” “center of sensation” “Soldiers, we are center” “of the morning” “we are moment” “we are dearest” “we are heart” “Soldiers,” “we are pleasing” “we are center” “we are moment” “are not soldiers” “never soldiers” “never were.” * “Mask now” “is complies” “complies” “with the forms (too much of everything, everywhere”) “All of this is” “the mask” “my mother’s mask” “& mine” “wronglike forms, too many of” “Complying, to live here” “always, more complying” “Too many things” “machines” “too many” “too many clothes” “cheap roses” “kleenexes” “membranous” “bags, of plastic” “Too many ideas” “vocabularies no color” “too many paintings” “too many songs” “too many Tarot decks” “& poems” “& books” “Too many” “things to eat” “too many” “machines” “magic machines” “too much magic” “much too much of it” “Stupor” “distress” “& abandoning of others” “too much news” “news” “everything” “made the same” “too many names” “too much knowledge” (“knowledge, so endless” “is nothing”) “A war” “more news, more to know about, to know” “Excuse for anger” “indignation” “you can still keep your money” “know the terms of news” “terms” “& Not be nature” “don’t be nature” “mute” “not knowing the” “terms” “Know what news knows” “What words know” “Do words know?” “No they don’t, only flesh knows only

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Erica Dawn Lyle on guitar and vocals
recorded on iPhone in Ithaca, NY on Fall 2023 Tour
lovingly remastered by Mark Bennett
released on Winter Solstice 2023
as a fundraiser for proposed trans/queer tape label
EMPIRE DEATH SONGS

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released December 21, 2023

HAPPY SOLSTICE, BABES! The winter solstice yesterday was my trans anniversary and I celebrated by releasing this new music. I am currently taking a break from playing live while I put together a new LP. But the new release is actually from a shitty iPhone lol (lovingly remastered here by Mark Bennett) of a set in Ithaca from my Fall tour. While I certainly have “better” recordings and played “better” shows this year, I feel fondness to this Ithaca set. By October I had already played dozens of shows in 2023 and over time had largely felt a shift away from “playing” the guitar, toward what felt like a kind of Robert Irwin approach — preparing the guitar and the room to let in whatever atmospheric sound might result from our convergence, like turning on an ancient transistor radio and seeing what sounds come swirling in. But this was kind of a shitshow. Moments before I was to start the set, with a packed room waiting for me to start, my guitar fell over and two tuning pegs broke, freezing two strings in utterly random and unknown tunings. Through the set, pedals kept getting unplugged and the strap lock and strap came off not far into the set — the long solo at the end was played while actually holding the guitar upright with no strap. There was a part where I was dancing hard and lost my shaker and just started beating the mic into my forehead in order to keep the beat up to make the loop. The sounds were pure texture, the texture of the ruins that I was crawling and dancing around on stage, that were filling up the world around us. We were then only three weeks into this genocidal war but, listening to it now, I hear already my skin was crawling with the intolerability of living inside it. There is something in the sounds that evoke for me a lobster clawing wildly to get out of a pot in which it is being cooked. This set ended up feeling really liberatory, like I’d escaped something after all, like in my feverish state of self-flagellation my body had become a kind of prayer, not just antenna but transmitter and that the sounds might just be able to open a portal toward some other place. I can’t say if it will work the same for you, but I can report that the only person I shared it with before release, Ethan, responded, “YESS!!!!! This recording rules!”

Like many of you, I have been on strike from posting personal info or my face on social media, exclusively sharing outrage about genocide and information about resistance to genocide for the last several months, while withholding our beautiful faces from the vampire algorithm that eats our blood and degrades and cheapens us so. I ambivalentaly returned in person to IG today not just because I miss talking to many of you, but because its the 7th anniversary of my gender transition, and, while surveying the bleak landscape of the present, littered as it is with our expired clever hopes, it occurs to me I might at last have some thoughts worthy of humbly submitting publicly to this moment where transformation is so deeply required of all of us.

During these months of not showing my face online I have been considering some questions:

How to BE a human myself somehow while living as spectator through a live-streamed genocide?

How to stay present with what is happening, to not look away, to keep others from looking away?

How to take this reality into my own body without harming myself, so as to instead redirect my presence with suffering towards necessary transformation?

How to make meaning out of the stark implications of this moment using the threadbare and largely nonfunctional words and concepts that social media has left in a dusty box on the loading dock in back of the Goodwill, while studiously avoiding ready made political solutions that serve to anesthetize my own mind, and offer me easy solace?

How to be careful so as to not further dehumanize myself by dehumanizing those who do not agree with me.

And another question has started to loom even bigger for me:

What it would mean if I quit being the person who is trying to warn that a crisis like fascism or climate change is coming and instead become the person who accepts that the collapse has already indeed happened and tries to figure out the best way to become useful within it. How would this reorientation to the need for transformation change my life, my choices, my evaluation of need and possibility, my actions?

It was 7 years ago this solstice when I at last came to fully accept that the life I had successfully built up for myself was an elaborate falsehood I had designed to shield me from the necessity of facing my true self, 7 years since I realized if I hoped to continue to believe in myself I would’ve to turn my back on that false life and everything I had once aspired to and instead go forward on that darkest day of the year into an unlit and unknown future, following my body and my intuition and my desire toward what I knew deep down to be the truth, taking absolutely terrifying yet exhilarating first steps into transformation that every cell of my body understood was absolutely required of me if I hoped to ever begin living in right relation to my self-professed values, morals and sense of who I am in this world.

Gender transition has been a tremendous learning curve, requiring like my music an ongoing improvisation, a ceaseless negotiation with my values and others’ ideas of consensus reality. What I found while living in my new truth was that the support I needed to go on but could not see up ahead in advance in the dark continually arrived for me as I went further on my way. In other words, there was no way to be “ready,” but it didn’t matter because the real commitment to transformation brought me into connection with what I needed for change. And while I fear that the word “prayer” will be the next casualty of widespread cynical misuse on this platform, I have come to understand transition in some ways as an effort toward a kind of embodied prayer, because my own lived experience of transition has come for me to be the greatest single source for me of faith that change and transformation are indeed possible on a mass scale in this world.

With this anniversary, I celebrate the pure embodied joy of transition and all that the difficulties have helped me to learn and I send love to all have been with me on this sweet journey. Today, I feel inside myself now that this first era of transition has indeed come to an end for me and a new one is beginning, one that will require facing new challenges, new questions that I hope to face with all of you: What other false worlds that we have created to shield ourselves from truth must now be allowed to die? What narratives about what life is supposed to be like must also be abandoned in order to face the reality of this moment? What easy pacts with death and suffering have we made for our own comfort and ambition? What do those of us living however uneasily within empire owe those around the world whose lives the empire destroys? What do we owe to each other? I can only pray on this darkest day that I will have the strength and the capacity to love that will be required in the times I feel in my guts that we are walking toward together.

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Also check out BENEFIT FOR NEFOC, a collaboration with Vice Cooler, featuring guests Kim Gordon, Raincoats, Kathleen Hanna, Brontez Purnell, Linda Lindas, many more! All proceeds to buy land for Black and Indigenous farmers. ericadawnlylevicecooler.bandcamp.com/album/land-trust-benefit-for-nefoc ... more

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