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Change Of Seasons by Castrum Doloris

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                               Change of Seasons
                  First presented at AntIQ 2000 [2000.08.18]


    ┌─  -  --  -  ─┐
         Credits
    └─ ───  -───∙ ─┘
    -───┬────--─■hhc (exe)  ···∙∙∙  Farkas Gábor  ∙∙∙···       hhc_@umszki.hu
        ├─-───■Grass (png)  ···∙∙∙   Vigh David   ∙∙∙···       grass@scene.hu
        ├──────■Mozy (mp3)  ···∙∙∙  Mózes Attila  ∙∙∙···     mozy@freemail.hu
        ├─∙─■Leader[ (mp3)  ···∙∙∙ Hegedüs Zoltán ∙∙∙···  leaderc@freemail.hu
        └───∙─■Aries (asc)  ···∙∙∙  Fehér János   ∙∙∙···   aries@vlug.vein.hu


    ┌─  -  --  - ─┐
         Rights
    └─ ───┐ -───∙─┘
          ├────────∙
          │    This  material  is  not  freeware!  You're  allowed to copy it
          .    freely  for  non-profit  purposes,  but nothing can be changed
          │    for the demo without our written permission. If you modify the
          |    code,  graphics  or the musics or you steal them, we will kick
          │    your  ass. We take no responsibility for the demo. If it cause
          │    hardware problems, it's your own problem...
          └─-──────∙


    ┌─  -  --    ─┐
      Who we are?
    └─ ─── -───∙ ─┘
    -──────┬■LeaderC (mp3) ···∙∙∙ Hegedüs Zoltán ∙∙∙···  leaderc@freemail.hu
           ├───■Mozy (mp3) ···∙∙∙  Mózes Attila  ∙∙∙···     mozy@freemail.hu
         ┌∙└──■Aries (asc) ···∙∙∙  Fehér János   ∙∙∙···   aries@vlug.vein.hu
         |
         ├─-────■HHC (exe) ···∙∙∙  Farkas Gábor  ∙∙∙···       hhc_@umszki.hu
         └─∙──■Grass (png) ···∙∙∙   Vigh Dávid   ∙∙∙···       grass@scene.hu


    ┌─ - -- ∙∙ ·    ───·─┐
          About CMDS     │
    └─∙-─┐ ────∙───-───-─┘
         │
         ├────────∙·
         │     Once  uppon  a time there was a team called Black RainboW. One
         │     member  -  LeaderC  [musician] - left the group after AntIQ'98
         │     and  he  made  another  team  with  a  friend  of  him  - Mozy
         |     [musician]  -  called  CastruM  DoloriS.  CMDS  means  funeral
         │     parlour.  We  chose  this  name,  'cos that time we'd got dark
         │     feelings,  and  we  thought  that  name expressed our approach
         ·     about  the  world,  our view of life. A few days later another
         │     friend  joined  called  Aries [swapper]. This three man is the
         │     engine  of  this little team. We've made several projects, but
         │     all  of  them  were  failed,  'cos  we  hadn't  got any active
         │     coder/graphician/key  framer.  We  had got some outers, Nihil,
         │     Guillotine,  Doominator,  Ellyn, Blue Dragon, Luppy, Pe3, LGB,
         │     RaZ etc... but they did not do anything, so we kicked them out
         .     [except  Ellyn  and  Blue  Dragon]. Hhc_, a young coder joined
         │     this  year. We are very happy, 'cos he is active enough. We've
         │     got  now  a  new  graphician,  the leg of god, Grass. He is an
         ∙     oldface  on  the  scene, and he is really good! So, this 5 men
         │     are the CastruM DoloriS. i hope it's enough.
         └──────∙·


    ┌─ - -- ∙∙ ·    ───·─┐
       About This Demo   │
    └─∙-─┐ ────∙───-───-─┘
         |
         ├─-──────-── ∙ ·
         │     So after we'd got a whole team, we wanted to make a demo which
         │     is  a  2d  oldschool  ['cos  we  haven't  got any key-framer],
         │     artistic,  great  demo.  The  main idea of the four seasons is
         │     Aries'.  The  base  ideas were: make something new but within'
         │     oldschool environment demo with few code and lot's of graphics
         ∙     demo  with 4 zax demo run under linux but of course there were
         │     several  hardship.  The  musicians had to compose music in two
         │     and  a  half minutes which was very difficult, reach a feeling
         |     in  2.5minutes,  it's  not an easy job. Beacause both musician
         │     hates   tracking,  the  musics  were  MP3  witch  was  another
         │     difficulty. The coder [hhc] wanted to code the demo under DOS,
         .     'cos  he knows DOS better, so the demo will run under DOS, but
         │     we've  confidence in the future and we hope that the next CMDS
         │     demo  will  run  under  Linux  too.  So, here we are. The demo
         │     header  is in C (because of midas and mpglib), and effects are
         │     fullasm.
         └─-─────∙-

    ┌─ - -- ∙∙ ·    ───·─┐
       LeaderC's thanks  │
    └─∙-─┐ ────∙───-───-─┘
         ├────-──·
         |     Mixi ^ Picasso Point
         │     Blala ^ Byteam/Elvont
         .     Arpi ^ Astral
         │     Larry ^ CN
         │     Ervin ^ Abaddon
         │     Codeorgo ^ Black RainboW
         ·     Mozy ^ CMDS
         │     Aries ^ BR/CMDS
         │     jabberwock ^ crash orchestra/dinasty/contract
         │     da Blondie ^ Singular
         └───∙-·

    ┌─ - -- ∙∙ ·    ───·─┐
         hhc's thanks    |
    └─∙-─┐ ────∙───-───-─┘
         ├-──-──∙-
         │     Codeorgo ^ Black Rainbow
         .     Megasys
         │     Picard ^ Exceed
         │
         |     and for the authors of MIDAS Zlib Mpglib
         └-─────∙·

    ┌─ - -- ∙∙ ·    ───·─┐
        Aries' thanks    |
    └─∙-─┐ ────∙───-───-─┘
         ├-──-──∙-
         |     A kurva anyátok...
         └-─────∙·

    ┌─ - -- ∙∙ ·    ───·─┐
         Mozy's thanks   |
    └─∙-─┐ ────∙───-───-─┘
         ├-──-──∙-
         |     Aries ^ BR/CMDS
         │     LeaderC ^ CMDS
         .     HHC ^ CMDS
         │     Morticia
         ∙     Lydia
         │     Jack da Ripa
         │     Alexandra Gy.
         ·     Deadsoul
         │     Ignatius Pannonius
         ■     e.t.c.
         └-─────∙·


    ┌─∙ --  -- ∙∙ ·  ─ -  ───·─┐
      ...and for these mortals
    └─∙-─┐  ────∙───-─── -─  -─┘
         ├───────
         ∙     Abaddon,  Astral,  AstroideA,  Autopsy, Black RainboW, Breeze,
         │     Byteam, Capanna, CDi, Chrome, Contract, Criminal Gang, D-Eyes,
         ·     Dilemma, Dinasty, Ekrazit, Euthanasia, Exceed, Exhumers, Firg,
         │     Fresh, gRiF [the God], Inquisition, IqDePo, Majic 12, Mandula,
         |     Molecoola,   Picasso  Point,  Power  Rangers,  Rg42,   Shock!,
         .     Singular
         └─-────∙·

    ┌─∙ --  -- ∙∙ ·  ─ -  ───·─┐
              Lyrix
    └─∙-─┐  ────∙───-─── -─  -─┘
         │
         ├──────-─────∙
         │     Ode by Attila József (1933)
         │         Translated by Zsuzsanna Ozsváth and Frederick Turner
         ∙
         │     1
         │
         │     I am alone on these glittering crags.
         |     A sinuous breeze
         │     floats delicious, the infant summer's
         │     suppertime simmer and ease.
         .     I school my heart into this silence.
         │     Not so arduous --
         │     All that is vanished is aswarm in me,
         ·     my head is bowed, and my hand is
         │     vacuous.
         │
         │     I see the mane of the mountain --
         │     each little leafvein
         │     leaps with the light of your brow.
         │
         │     The path is quite deserted,
         │     I see how your skirt is floated
         |     in the wind's sough.
         │     Under the tender, the tenuous bough
         │     I see you shake out your hair, how it clings,
         │     your soft, trembling breasts; behold
         i     -- just as the Szinva-stream glides beneath --
         │     the round white pebbles of your teeth,
         │     and how the welling laughter springs
         │     tumbling over them like fairy gold.
         │
         │     2
         │
         │     Oh how much I love you, who've given
         │     speech to both the universes:
         │     the heart's caves, its trickweaving deepenings,
         i     sly involute lonelinesses --
         │     and starry heaven.
         │     As water glides from its own thunderous fall
         │     you fly from me and we are cleft and parted,
         │     whilst I, among the mountains of my life, still call,
         │     still kneel, and sing, and raise the echo with my cry,
         │     slamming against the earth and sky,
         |     that I love you, step-nurse, mother-hearted!
         │
         │     3
         │
         :     I love you as a child his mother's breast,
         │     as the dumb caves their own bottomlessness,
         │     as halls the light that shows them best,
         │     as the soul loves flame, as the body rest!
         ∙     I love you as we who marked for death
         │     love the moments of their living breath.
         │
         │     Every smile, every word, every move you make,
         │     as falling bodies to my earth, I press;
         │     as into metal acids eat and ache,
         ·     I etch you in my brains with instinct's stress,
         │     beautiful shapeliness,
         │     your substance fills the essence they partake.
         │
         │     The moments march by, clattering and relentless,
         |     but in my ears your silence lies.
         │     Even the stars blaze up, fall, evanesce,
         │     but you're a stillness in my eyes.
         ∙     The taste of you, hushed like a cavern-pool,
         │     floats in my mouth, as cool;
         │     your hand, upon a water-glass,
         │     veined with its glowing lace,
         │     dawns beautiful.
         |
         │     4
         │
         ∙     Ah, what strange stuff is this of which I'm made,
         │     that but your glance can sculpt me into shape? --
         │     what kind of soul, what kind of light or shade,
         │     what prodigy that I, who have long strayed
         │     in my dim fog of nothingness unmade,
         │     explore your fertile body's curving scape?
         .
         │     -- And as the logos flowers in my brain,
         │     immerse myself in its occult terrain! ...
         │
         │     Your capillaries, like a bloodred rose,
         │     ceaselessly stir and dance.
         ·     There that eternal current seethes and flows
         │     and flowers as love upon your countenance,
         │     to bless with fruit your womb's dark excellence.
         │     A myriad rootlets broider round
         │     and round your stomach's tender ground,
         │     whose subtle threadings, woven and unwound,
         │     unknit the very knot whereby they're bound,
         │     that thus thy lymphy cellbrood might abound,
         ■     and the great, leaved boughs of thy lungs resound
         │     their whispered glory round!
         │
         │     The eterna materia goes marching on
         │     happily through your gut's dark cavern-cells,
         │     and to the dead waste rich life is given
         │     within the ardent kidneys' boiling wells!
         °
         │     Billowing, your hills arise, arise,
         │     constellations tremble in your skies,
         │     lakes, factories work on by day and night,
         │     a million creatures bustle with delight,
         │     millipede,
         │     seaweed,
         │     a heartless mercy, gentle cruelty,
         .     your hot sun shines, your darkling north light broods,
         │     in you there stir the unscanned moods
         │     of a blind incalculable eternity.
         │
         │     5
         |
         │     So falls in clotted spatters
         │     at your feet this blood,
         │     this parched utterance.
         │     Being stutters;
         │     law is the only spotless eloquence.
         │     My toiling organs, wherein I am renewed
         │     over and over daily, are subdued
         .     to their final silence.
         │
         │     But yet each part cries out --
         │     O you who from the billioned multitude,
         │     O you unique, you chosen, wooed
         │     and singled out, you cradle, bed,
         |     and grave, soft quickener of the dead,
         │     receive me into you.
         │
         │     (How high is this dawn-shadowy sky!
         ∙     Armies are glittering in its ore.
         │     Radiance anguishing to the eye.
         │     Now I am lost, I can no more.
         │     Up in the world I hear it batter,
         │     my heart's old roar.)
         │
         │     6
         │
         │     `(Envoi)`
         │
         │     (Now the train's going down the track,
         ■     maybe today it'll carry me back,
         │     maybe my hot face will cool down today,
         │     maybe you'll talk to me, maybe you'll say:
         │
         │     Warm water's running, there's a bath by and by!
         │     Here is a towel, now get yourself dry!
         │     The meat's on the oven, and you will be fed!
         .     There where I lie, there is your bed.)
         └──-─∙────────-∙·


               CastruM DoloriS 2000.08.17. Hungary - milennilegjobb!