Not only was almost the entire band's equipment stolen, but the car as well. Following another change in the line-up Martin Knaden was replaced by Leo Lehrand arguments about whether the band should switch to German lyrics, the band dissolved for good. Lily made one album in For this one, Dierks was again the engineer where it was recorded in his studio. Information from Discogs. Recording a demo tape in Springthey so impress Bacillus Records producer Peter Hauke that he promptly signs them up after witnessing them live at the Frankfurt Zoom Club in October.
Peter books them three days at Dierks Studio in January For some reason the big wigs at Bellaphon decided they wanted to promote them as a "glitter rock" band and with a more international flower-power name, hence they became Lily, all gleefully dolling themselves up for the chintzy cover shot.
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Sonidos Primitivos. Las Galletas de Maria. Cun Cun Revival Blackberry Rainbow - Vol. Disordered time reference, then 29 digits, again and again. Ok, another pattern. Before every time is a 1 or a 0, followed then by 4 figures it seems, binary, on or off, could it mean minus and plus.
The 4 figures… number of days perhaps? Time ahead, time behind, days from the origin point, 23, 59, That leaves 24 numbers for each given time. Not astro coordinates, not 24 orders, not smallest semi prime, not Penholodigital, not Semi Meandric, smaller components. Two 12s, three 8s, old paper maps gave metre lines as 8 figure codes. Three 8s, three positions, three dimensional space and a time. Am I looking at spatial coordinates on Earth in positive and negative time?
Places in the future and the past. Spread out from a point, a four dimensional explosion. The accident, where it began. If I find the last place given here - I find my friend. What do you reckon? I need you to kill me. You have to kill me, then resuscitate me straight away. So hook me up to the ECG System Today, you can administer a lethal shock, put me into cardiac arrest, then revive me and why are you looking at me like that?
These numbers are unbracketed 4D coordinates, different locations on Earth before and after the accident, journeys, places and moments spread out in time like a bell-curve, with the initial moment Jonah vanished as zero origin. We have to try to find him. Time-travel might explain my dead body showing up here.
So - you have to break my bio trace, get me off-grid. Then I need to setup a few things and then we can get out of here. I better be right in trusting you alone Mister: no drugs, no gambling. Tell me this letter is one of your bad jokes. For once, can you be prudent? That knowledge, that fuzzy logic, your mathematics is ground-breaking. You owe it to the world to use it properly, make a difference.
A precious thing you store under a tequila shot glass. You could make a valuable contribution to mankind with it. Solve its mysteries, where are neutrinos coming from, how do we reconcile dark energy, what is the origin of life?
Do something important, Miller. Emergency Exit Suddenly, from silence, gasps burst, electricity sizzles and the sound of the lab returns. Miller sings: I knew the Minister would never let me look for my friend, Today. I piped some hibernation agent down security deck Said nighty-night to all the guards, I took a ship as they slept. Makes a change, this thing called help, living life for someone else.
Troubled Minds Mount Izador Mental Hospital - LP, doctors being paged, trolleys pushed, medical tech, doors closing. A battered Jonah with no memories stares out a window. On a bench by a sunlit security window, a patient with a scarred face stared out through unoccupied eyes. Corridor shuffling, I stop and stare through windows with bars till the day is night. Miller is at reception. A patient called Ephgrave, a scientist. The panic is silent in this haven for troubled minds.
Maybe the world outside is strangers just like me. Changes are raging ahead of me, moments to come rush before my eyes. The meds that they feed me are wearing off, writhing I drown in a sea of time. Somebody is reaching to rescue me, someone that shines in the empty night.
Someone approaches. It is another patient - he calls himself Krown. Patient Krown: Hey. Yeah - you. The patient with no name. You look like shit, what happened to you? These quacks hear you babble, but only I listen, gods speak through you. Only I, your guide, will help you find the truth. Trapped, lost within your skull, visions grind your mind? Deep in your whispering, futures you can tell. Gods are buried in your head, but only I know best.
A doctor greets Miller. Phelps speaks: Mr. I believe I do know something about your missing person. Always wondered would somebody show up looking for our mysterious resident.
I have sad news. Miller: Ok. Thank you. Without a second thought, he located the nearest bookies and hit the shots hard. Eventually he got the inevitable call. Bad news is he died 13 years ago. What about Jonah? So this is me coping, so Way to ruin the buzz. Sighs Ok, ok, enough already, I guess I can look a little closer, whatever you say. Hide and Seek Miller singing: An accidental hospital blaze? Perfect place to start inquiries.
A little snooping round the records at dark, Checking out their files and their patient histories. Filing through a roll call of broken people. The lost and the damned. A manipulator, right across the line. From 22nd century excess, to fundamental hate in one screwed-up lifetime. Here I come, ready or not. Gonna find you, anywhere you go.
The count is over now your time is up. Hide and seek. Came up in a cult down South, brainwashed and terrorised his way in easy.
Jonah would be powerless and smart, a perfect asset for a creep like Crow. Indoctrinated, under duress, my buddy could be building anything you dream of. Here I come, ready or not There he is! Jonah himself! Black and white photo on a patient file.
His face is beaten, his stare is lost in space. Cops found him alive, brought him here, And here he sat, abandoned, insane, 8 years before our Jonah disappeared. It's not so easy hiding, that I know. Megalomania doesn't wear off, You can bet he isn't out there now delivering pizzas. From England, his folks.
Involved in the blast at Hartlepool, the nuclear plant. Toxic waste ravaged the Northern England air. Radiation rained down upon all their homes, The Crows fled the scene with their sweet little boy, Fundamentalist friends across the sea prepared. Now Hartlepool is deserted and quiet, the coast is most definitely clear Found you. Minister Fiennes wishes to see you - now. Holy War We hear the stormy coast, present day.
Narrator sings: Hundreds in allegiance line the moonlit Northern Coast. Standing to attention in fatigues. With automatics, gelignite, the weapons of the past. Krown sings: Here we stand, Brethren, our moment has arrived. Behold the machine, our gate through the heart of their filthy modern life. Narrator speaks: The devout followers of Krown marched single file through the Gate of the Soothsayer's Machine and in a magnetic swirl, vanished. Each one reappeared in discrete positions aboard the great space station; down deserted service corridors, inside waste units, behind tree lines.
Empty Shells Crossing England, he landed at the edge of Hartlepool, the abandoned coastal town in the North of England. Miller sings: Under a dead-eye sun, amid the Winter grey. I pull up at the edge of town, Hartlepool in the rain. Bullet holes in an ice cream stall, bloody hand print on a restaurant door. Spent munitions on a bandstand. So you fell down a well? Now you don't know which is heaven and which is hell.
You lost your mind when you found your will. New religion and materiel, but all that's left is an empty shell. Well whaddya know? A teleporter in the Market Square. Engineering plans of the White Rose Decks. Navigation lines that lead nowhere. There on the plans, I follow the flight path, the line arcs down, Descent of the ship, dwindling space, Falling and spinning, I see it flame, blazing through the atmosphere, Accelerate towards the Southern States, it spins faster, approaching, I see it fall, on the Reactor in Texas.
Spokespeople like to say their machines could store a supernova in a raindrop, but are they as safe as they claim? Tom Worthing reports on the dangers inherent in antimatter manufacture and the deadly cost of taking them for granted.
Fireworks Krown is now onboard the White Rose and situated on a docking platform. Narrator sings: Krown stands, flanked on an Exit Deck. Gonna watch all the fireworks from somewhere safe, A Ministerial Ship. An old technician is knifed and thrown from the vessel, As rudimentary piloting skills guide the craft into local space. Violet, summoned to the ministry rooms, Faces the rage of Minister Fiennes, The doctor is responsible for putting their careers on the line.
Private room intruders pull their Rulers right off of their silken beds. Race to the door of the Spaceport - suddenly stops in his tracks Waiting with a loaded gun.
The Big Swindle Miller sings: Being the fortuitous chap that I am, I predicted this predicament, had formed a little plan; Knowing my identity would trigger alarms, In some port upon the Earth and I would come to harm. Vincent told you I had got away, but it was him who took your money and he shut me away. I never ever would have taken from you, I hate that Vinnie takes the piss out of you.
Retire to Barbados with a playmate on your face. Might as well get the benefit. Just be our little secret. Meanwhile, three robot horses romp on home, In three races in three seperate States. Cos this week, their trainers each received a mystery delivery from the Ministry. A unique drug trial that turns a mule into a steed, An undercover test by one Doctor McKee. Vinnie gets beaten to death with a club, and I say, nice one, toodledo and I run. Violet Alone Violet waits in a locked meeting room on the White Rose.
Narrator sings: Violet, stranded helpless in an empty room, Sees the circling stars and the whirling moon, dreams lay wasted in a future tomb. Violet, the woman at home in the great unknown, A pioneer like she always hoped, Faces her fate in a cage alone. They reach Navigation, hack their way inside, Crew executed, prisoners put in line, Soothsayer enters, to seal their fate, The new pilot of the White Rose takes his place. Violet, a name deserted in a well of souls.
The star-field is shifting. Where have they gone? Vicefield, Minister privilege! Let me out of here. Please provide official DNA authentication. Scan this and let me out! Krown speaks to all of the residents of the station from his vessel. My name is Krown.
Consider me your new Admiral. You shall disembark safely in good time, unless you wish to leave now by an exhaust pipe. There shall be no more bloodshed, as long as there are no further attempts to thwart us.
We only wish for our own freedom, to live as we wish upon this ship. We have gathered an embarrassment of terrified celebrities here in comm tower, as insurance.
If we feel threatened, we will behead them one by one. For proof of this intent, please observe the head of Minister Antoinette Fiennes, which is on a railing spike at the Ministry gate. For now, simply sit in your palatial homes and keep quiet. Trying to hack the channels that the horde has jammed. Working out a route on the maintenance plans.
The Column escape before he leaves this place, Then, turning down a corridor, he sees a face Jonah sings: I don't know who you are, but you're ripping me apart, Tearing to pieces inside of me. I see you in my dreams, every night you come to me, With a face out of reach of my memory. On Sunday, even President Trump abandoned his rosy vision of reopening packed churches on Easter, acknowledging that the federal social-distancing recommendations will last at least until the end of April.
So for now, the doors of River Park Square and other local businesses will remain closed. As Spokane opens a new shelter, the homeless population wonders: Will shelter protect them from coronavirus? Or they could go somewhere else, away from people. The couple, married almost 16 years, has been homeless since December.
The Wrights were conflicted. Anjanette is immunocompromised, but wanted to stay. And easy access to services — shelter, food and showers — can come with the trade-off of congregating in one place where a virus can easily spread. City and health officials in the Inland Northwest are doing their best to navigate this challenge. The city of Spokane turned the downtown public library into a temporary shelter, open to those forced out of other shelters due to social-distancing measures.
That way, the city can provide isolation rooms and then have them tested or sent to the hospital if needed. Outside the Jewels Helping Hands warming center last week, a line of blue and green tents extends down the block.
A group of people crowd around outdoor heaters. A staff member wearing a bandana over his face patrols the area for needles and foil. Even as she speaks, a guy walks up and offers them a smoke, and coughs a few times in their direction. Kylie Kingsbury, homeless outreach coordinator for the Spokane Regional Health District, has been working.
Daniel Siffing cleans his tent provided by Jewels Helping Hands. The guidance from the health district includes having beds or mats six feet apart, rearranging meal tables and ways to avoid long lines for food.
But education, too, is crucial. Until the library opened space this week, they handed out tents and sleeping bags to the rest. Union Gospel Mission is no longer holding chapel services and has put limits on how many people can be in rooms. For proof, just look to Hepatitis A. The health district has been trying to stop the spread of it since last year — and three people have died from it — but there were still new cases in Spokane as of last week, Kingsbury says.
Hepatitis A, which can be prevented through a vaccine, is transmitted when a person ingests something contaminated with feces of an infected person. But outdoor hand-washing stations can freeze in winter, and with businesses closed there are few public bathrooms.
But it may not outweigh the drawbacks. Outside of Spokane, some cities have gone a different route. In Puyallup, a homeless shelter completely closed down because having people sleep in such close proximity would inevitably spread the virus.
Vincent De Paul is trying to rally the community to add more shelter space during the pandemic. As other daytime services shut down, he says, that population needs help. Outside the downtown library in Spokane on Monday, Christina Bonilla waits for the doors to open, with blankets tucked under her arms and a rolling suitcase by her side. Bonilla is among the first in line.
In Spokane, the approach is simple: Provide ample. For now, it appears Spokane might relax on that, too. Ready for Bonilla inside, black mats a few inches thick sprawl across the floor. Workers stock the shelves with toilet paper and disinfectants. What used to be conference rooms are now called isolation rooms, in case someone is sick.
The city looked at King County and incorporated those lessons before health officials said it was necessary. The temporary shelter was paid for through a grant from the state Department of Commerce, where recent congressional candidate Lisa Brown is now director.
In fact, she thinks the response right now is a little ridiculous. She has other things to worry about, like staying sober and finding a place to live, she says.
Not yet. Greet and hold with audio that is as friendly and informative as walking into the front door of your business. Great rates. Great results. Significantly more effective than surgical masks, the N95 masks have been shown to effectively filter the novel coronavirus. Workers are being asked to use those N95 masks multiple times with the same high-risk patients those with respiratory symptoms, for examplewith normal surgical masks being worn during other times of the day, and staffers are being asked to use the same mask all day if possible.
Significantly, nurses were not allowed to bring their own masks if they had them at home, or use homemade face masks being donated by the community.
That last part has since changed. After we first reported this news on Inlander. Leading up to this week, the mask policy was changed several times, the nurses report, with unclear reasoning.
For example, when some industrial N95 masks were donated to Holy Family last week, they were handed out to patients with respiratory symptoms while they sat in a common area in the ER waiting room. However, she writes that the N95s were not held back due to fit-testing issues. From there, if a patient is seen for severe respiratory symptoms and needs to be intubated or have a nebulizer treatment, nurses are allowed to get an N95 mask from a supervisor.
Normal protocol would call for throwing away the mask after each visit to the room. Re-using both surgical and N95 masks and not having enough access to the higher filtration N95 masks has many nurses worried they could contract COVID Moreover, even though Providence says it is reducing the use of masks to prepare for a surge in patients, the action is creating a fear among nurses that if masks are already in short supply, the region may not be able to handle a potential surge of patients.
If doing that higher risk procedure, an N95 mask would be worn. As of a March 26 press call, the state had that week obtained and started distributing ventilators, 1, gowns,N95 masks andsurgical masks. Other items on the way included an order for 2. Spokane County now has a collaborative drive-thru test site set up at the Spokane County Fair and Expo Center where people with symptoms can be tested.
The hope is for the site to help minimize the use of protective equipment at local hospitals and reduce the risk of patients going there and spreading the virus. Because of inclement weather, officials were considering other temporary locations for testing. But if someone appears at an ER for testing, the ER may not, by law, send them away to get that testing done elsewhere, Semenza says.
While Providence hospitals await shipments from manufacturers and potentially the Strategic National Stockpile, some surgical masks are also being collected and sent to Medline Industries for reprocessing and reuse, Semenza writes.
Havana St. It will accept new, unopened personal protective equipment including masks, gloves, eye protection, gowns, hand sanitizer, paper towels, toilet paper and household disinfectants. MultiCare also has designated volunteers working on making masks to supplement their supply. Spokane Fire Chief Brian Schaeffer said donations of protective equipment should be processed through the centralized donation site to ensure proper decontamination and dissemination. Sometimes, they blame themselves.
Safe Passage provide survivors with the confidential support they need to reveal the hurt. We not only explain their options, we help with hour medical exams, free counseling, legal advocacy and more. Support them today. Visit whwfspokane. Would I be interested in editing another poetry issue, to come out sometime in the spring? I jumped at the chance, having really enjoyed the last go-round, in We met on Jan.
It seemed apropos, given the timing of the issue, due out April 2. A couple weeks later, the call went live, and poems started to roll in. The submission deadline was right around the time when the first cases of COVID were confirmed in a Kirkland care facility.
So we are publishing these poems into a much different world than the one the issue was conceived in. Poetry, after all, may respond to the current moment whatever it is faster than other creative writing disciplines, with its emphasis on concision, compression and tension. But as many of us perhaps noticed as we settled into our various forms of social distancing and isolation over the past couple weeks my prayers are with you, parents of small childrenspring appears to be happening regardless of the news.
In many ways, this has been among my chief comforts. The crocuses have come up. The tulips, possibly interrupted by our freak snowstorm, are still on their way. There are buds on the roses. These are hopeful signs, as is the warming weather, even as the news continues to be perilous. I think these poems, too, are hopeful, even if written. To loud is a world in which the spring will always come.
And as in any such venture, plenty read them. You kept me a little more calm in a spiraling more worthy poems I did not select. The Inlander has world. I smell blooms opening in my wake before I can see them I squint peeking from between splayed fingers sun rendering them red transparent for a moment blood visible beneath skin the flesh just flesh again not.
Antheraea polyphemus watches on my front door under the porchlights. Perching, each singular eye unblinking, it is the size of two large hands joined together at the wrist splayed outward but even bigger still.
Each eye sees I am afraid. Hear the humming of synthesized sound from my throat and Polyphemus stroking his feathered feelers together. And it grows louder this humming like thundering says Polyphemus is upon this door. And he will stay on the door for six days. Watching me for his entire adulthood. Fasting, living on the door with no mouth.
On the seventh day he withers, nobody, eyes picked apart by birds. Still, like a tree with supernatural ambitions I am in my skin of time Look now: How necessary it hurts from every wound, green. Chris Cook believes in the power of poetry as a shared, communal experience. I grew up with my grandfather, Don Grant, reading me his poetry, as well as the poetry of some of his friends, including U. Facial expressions and body language, even the subtlest of gestures, gave me insights into the mean.
I can still see his raised eyebrows, or his suddenly pursed lips at a surprise turn in a poem. Most of these events are free to attend, and all of them are very welcoming. Pie and Whiskey, a Get Lit! Rather than list reason. Neato Spokane for some online inspiration, Burrito always and poetryfoundation. Mixed media events are also crowd favorites. Terrain, as well as its other yearly events, routinely feature poetry amid live music and art. Poetry Rising happens at the South Hill Library every other month, and it features poetry, prose, music and art.
I recently had the honor of having my poetry accompanied by my Spokane Symphony colleagues at the Knitting Factory, a show which also featured a silk aerialist, projection screens and a smoke machine. In short, you can have your poetry pretty much any way you want it. Hearing the recorded voices of poets can also be a.
Jonathan writes that renewal is visible even in the winter: December has begun. Somehow, the roses in front of our cottage are still blooming. The parents and grandparents in attendance, once schoolchildren themselves, watch as another generation steps forward. We know this is a time of anxiety and uncertainty for many of you. More than ever, our local patients and caregivers are counting on us to be there with resources that will help those who need it most.
Thanks to the long-standing support of generous community members, we can be. Learn how you can help: providence. It is also supplied in podcast form, so you can hear and re-hear it at your convenience. My wife and I recently became grandparents. Chris is the former Washington state yo-yo champion and was once a nationally ranked professional foosball player. On Planet Earth a panda strips tendril greens from pliant stalks, eating the hours of the day by mining the energy of each leaf; though he might as well live off of a spoonful of air.
Overhead the clouds collapse into a fine mist. I imagine invisible spirits, cooling in the stubborn snow of March, walking beneath gas lamps like a simulacrum, livid they cannot find a way Album). Some atmospheres are ripe with foreboding. Watch a fine spray condense by slight change in temperature and if the heart-weather turns frigid in the body our aborted feathers will lift us toward the sky. Only yesterday its armfuls of promises Held close against the cold Curved and bent, piercing the blue Lying alongside blue Rubbing blue Soft in sunlight Then the breeze and petals Candent in earthshine Opened wide.
Less spectacle this time Its cupping April echoes Blown against the rainlight Gray cobweb of old skin Muting silver blooms afire to somber madder. Having just awoken from the winter of my youth I stand perched upon the crest of a spring afternoon. A few buds have split their scaly pods Revealing tender fuchsia. Beneath the giant cedar, the ground is dry. A clover blossom clings to its auburn bark.
Here is a quiet place to sit and rest. To inhale The most pleasant hours of the day. The most temperate quarter of the year. The sweetest season of my life. For fifty years Ravenna Creek was diverted into the underground Seattle sewer line until a group of concerned citizens mobilized to restore it to let it once again warm up in the sun as it traveled from Green Lake to the sound. The technical term for this is daylighting. I am not in the mood.
There will be resistance. Like me, it is only partially daylighted, But I am watching the water disappear into the darkness of the grate, and seeing only the possibility of glimmering in the sun all the way to the sea.
At the edge of town — A small stream I visit often — It flows to the river that cuts Through the city we live in, Adding its own identity to the strong, Green ribbon that threads a course Not fifteen minutes from my house. I do not fish this creek; I visit to hear what it has to say With each change of seasons, Every freeze and thaw, every heavy rain.
It speaks with the silty accent Of the rich Palouse, stories of spring runoff, Fresh from tilled fields ready for new wheat; It sings of late May hatches of midge and caddis, The new drone of young summer grasshoppers.
This creek knows when the redband And the cutthroat come; it knows Because the voices within its own, The boulders and the stones, The cobble and the sand, Can be heard again, no longer overpowered By frenetic rush of melt and swollen banks. This creek, in the last half mile it is truly itself, Before becoming a verse in a larger song, Moves inexorably closer To its own end — its own release. Quicker through the final riffles, One last bend and drop, And I hear the closing notes That ring with new yellow sunlight, Longer, warmer days, And the lasting promise Of living, moving water.
The dead seed pods of smooth sumac in winter click their wings against thin grey branches. A scissortail hides high in a sycamore— only now I see three nests like a single frame waiting to be filled. Every tendril in wind creaks for what will come: the flower, the verdant bud.
I could not waste this life, given like flame every spring. Sunlight deepens and lightens the blue, though the moon wanes in my body. Fungi vibrate in the ground. A bird pecks at snow evaporating in wind from the south. My beloved January is sleeping. My beloved January, where is your soft nothing? I am afraid. There is a science to the way the sand falls from lightly grasping fingers. Power dances with desire in the dirt that we are made of shifting in our veins, circling outward.
Sales since Washington Gov. While Waite is deeply concerned about the lasting impacts the pandemic will have on the local business landscape, he remains optimistic that his stores, and other local ventures, will survive.
Ice Storm [in ] might have been the only time. We are not essential, which is fine. How many employees did you have at both stores, and how many have been laid off? Are you getting any lease assistance? Functionally, we will survive if things get better. Now what is interesting is that some of my distributors and publishers might not survive.
That is a whole different sort of problem for us. Even if a store like mine survives and has the wherewithal to stay open, we may or may not have product to sell. What are you doing in the interim to reach customers? The amount of time and energy you put into that are terribly low returns. How much are sales down compared to this time last year, and how can people support local stores like yours? There are no sales. If people want to buy something, we hope they buy something online from us instead of Amazon.
Frankly, we hope that when this stops people can come back. What are you doing to stay busy and calm during this unprecedented event? The stress of this is almost worse than the actual event for us. The stress is the real part. Last week I went to lunch with some old high school buddies. We met in a park and sat on different ends of a park bench and were able to hang out and say hi.
It was fascinating. It was kind of nice. I hope that people can ride this out and remember us, the local stores, when everything gets back to normal, whenever that is. To help now, buy a book online and have it mailed to your house.
I think that it will be like that again.
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