Tritype 459

The Sanctum Sanctorum (Holy of Holies), Ark of the Covenant. 

With 5w4 and/or 4w5 Pearls from the Mariana Trench, The Black Hole of Holies.

Rowland Howard sx/so 4w5(3w4)-9w1(1w2)-5w4(6w5) or something very close to that. (Founding member of Nick Cave’s Birthday Party in Melbourne who split from the Bad Seeds in Berlin.)

I am blinding
Autoluminescent
I am white heat
I am heaven sent
I was a nightmare
But I’m not gonna go there
Again
Into the black hole
The house of no contest
Make mine a meteor
Rise me above the rest
I’m soaring through outer space
There is no better place
To be
I’m bigger than Jesus Christ
I’m greater than God in light
I am dangerous
I cut like the sharpest knife
I’m going nova
And I hope I can hold her
In
Into the darkness
I gave away myself
Slipped on the spiral stairs
Tumbling down the well
I fell on a soft spot
I’m white heat, I’m white hot
Again
Again…

 “I’ve LOST THE POWER. I’ve had to distinguish between what to ignite and what to extinguish”. 

Rowland playing a cover version of a simple classic pop song back in Melbourne shortly before he died of liver cancer due to complications from hepatitis from previous substance use at 50. He would go onstage weak, emaciated and bleeding from his mouth and continue to play. Most interestingly, he was in a long term committed relationship of many years when he performed She Cried.

 Rowland’s last recording before he died was, atypically, an instrumental. 

 Ian Curtis sx/sp 5w4(6w5)-9w1(1w2)-4w5(5w6) or something very close to that. (Singer/songwriter of Joy Divison, the band that broke through the punk paradigm.)  Committed suicide in 1980 at 34 the night before his band was to leave Manchester UK for their first American tour and their second album was soon to be released. Along with marriage problems, he had been subject to epileptic seizures for the past several years.

Five themes of Omniscience and its dissemination abound. The power is in the 5 line to 8. Transmission
Joy Division
Radio, live transmission
Radio, live transmission
Listen to the silence, let it ring on
Eyes, dark grey lenses frightened of the sun
We would have a fine time living in the night
Left to blind destruction
Waiting for our sight
And we would go on as though nothing was wrong
And hide from these days we remained all alone
Staying in the same place, just staying out the time
Touching from a distance
Further all the time
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio
Well I could call out when the going gets tough
The things that we’ve learnt are no longer enough
No language, just sound, that’s all we need know, to synchronise
Love to the beat of the show
And we could dance
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio

sx first/sp last triple withdrawn as artist tends to have the habit of dying young and yet it keeps kicking the habit. This is to remind us that death is much bigger than life. Life is the transient yet endlessly unfolding theater upon which Death renders itself manifest through Creation. Death is everything.