Lurm is the brainchild of me, Adrien Converse. It’s the name I put on the creations I pull from my deepest, weirdest, hardest-to-make-sense-of intellectual wanderings. Ideas for what I make come to me in dreams, or while I’m floating in sensory deprivation tanks, or when I’m wandering around in the woods, or when I’m standing on my porch in the rain. They feel important even though I don’t know why.
Almost every week I extend my explorations to others in my youtube livestream, where I live-compose 20–40 minutes of music inspired by a secret or a story or a riddle or a thought fragment that someone shares with me.
the one who sees the most is the most unseen
the one who sees the least is seen the most: at least, proportionately
so if you see more will you be seen less—or is that only how it seems?
He ripped himself out by the roots
and planted himself in my hands.
I held him as gently as I could
but no matter what I tried, he withered.
So instead of watch him die,
I put him back in the ground.
I’d rather have nothing
than something I can’t keep alive.
Infinite stakes; infinite pawns
Infinite cradles; infinite lawns
Infinite messes and infinite spills
Infinite torture and infinite kills
Memory‘s meaning and meaning is mind.
The burn of the shadow that you leave behind
Even hidden in lies through which no one could see
Still made smoke and made fire that left scars on the tree.
casually blowing off the dust of dreams
clearing cobwebs left by vague visions
shaking away fragments of feeling
replacing it all with new nothingness
a nothingness worth more to them
than the seeds of everything