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Action:Reaction
02:42
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this place is just a dream perpetuating
to praise how one surrenders to the dream
bring one thousand prawns; let them ask, ‘who is king of the cities in my dreams?’ (if there is such a thing!) four, five, and six and a thing with no name: a masked face in a masquerade in a sinking cemetery. kaleidoscopic coronation suspended in light [becoming such a man; afraid of childhood embarrassments], sea air blows through olive groves; pretences of life. utter eulogies, apologies, and vows in one breath - flip the switch; electric throne; wipe the dust off; try again! what will we pull from the wreckage of our driftwood lives, our yearly migrations in the arms of the tide? so cruel and unconscious as a dormant volcano; readjust the landscape through fracturing agony! set Thesean sail with the flags at half-mast - renovated, excavated, clinging fragments of past this inner migration to the eye of the storm or a wave-particle duality of...
(((something like g-d)))
then we emerge into spring into inner wakefulness like driftwood, recalling being green. weightless and drifting, clouds over the ocean - no land in sight. in the boat of myself; this world did not exist. we are older than the silence of the rubble in the dust of the many crumbled cities settling over us; holding us in a forgetful sleep
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Scarab Ray
04:48
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endure; savour it down (x3) below. you were buried in a white dress, with hands clasped on your heart. cold air escapes from frozen veins. keep you in; hold in place out there in The Silences - endings fail, so far removed from this endless suffering. so quiet; yet so still. glaciated landscapes melt and run off - endothermic, let us both sink down - slide into the earth. in reflections; with wicked eyes staring down; quantum suicide. fumbling blind, of course it doesn’t feel like home. i’m finally here - here with you at the end of things - The Consequence. destroy a circle, and make it whole, shattering the light. spinning centres; i want to be molten metal; in a dreamless sleep. and when the surface cracks, the pain subsides - fade into the black
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Tent Revival
04:27
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a half-buried ruin - a huge wreck of stones
on a lone and desolate spot;
a temple - or a tomb for human bones
left by men to decay and rot.
a relic, may be, of a glorious past,
a city once grand and sublime,
destroyed by earthquake, defaced by the blast,
swept away by the hand of time.
Farini, G.A. (1886). Through the Kalahari Desert - a narrative of a journey with gun, camera, and note-book to Lake N'Gami and back
on a hillside near a desert village; we saw a light in the distance. burial mounds and faded inscriptions; indecipherable and breaking down frontiers in the wilderness of Truth [in my body and my mind]: like a river flowing through (distant relatives to our mother!) [tongue]: alone. desolate. a temple. a sun. half buried - a relic of an ancient past. lost in time, in the cities of the desert gods. i saw (what looked like) herons flying low over Galilee; twisted ornaments and breaking bread somewhere on the way to Jerusalem. star sky revelations; our feet scrape abstract symbols in the sand. [footprint patterns]: how a knight moves - or straight like a rook or a crow flies. [no-one]: electric, surrender, to one. i want to be an inferno; burn clean the cities of my dreams. behold the fire and the wood; but where is the soul for a burnt-offering?
i feel myself grow lighter, float through the past, i hear them sing. run down the sun; it’s all a dream. resurrection - no return.
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iii. weightless
00:37
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Year of the Rat
05:48
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weightless and drifting; asleep at the wheel of a car that’s driving this cliff edge in darkness. a martyr for nothing, in the headlights’ high beam; beamed up to the cities in the spaceships of the clouds.at the back of my mind there’s a place in the dark past the long silver stars, streaking like scaffolding through the sky overhead. i’m fractured; submerged. i believe you know what it feels like to finally believe in anything, just beyond your reach. disinterested angels, cast shadows and judge. ‘it’s just a game, y’know’ - i never learnt how to lose. where the tyres meet the blacktop; trading concrete for trees. waiting for us - stop looking at me! don’t look at us leaving; a final departure. (do cockerels get confused by daylight savings?) ‘spring forward; autumn back’ - that’s a way to remember. wash off like sand in the cold atlantic breeze. this house is falling down on me; heavy on my head. a wordless conviction (or something else?) i just don’t get it - i guess i’ll never know. breathe out / scream. empty your lungs so completely. it’s okay - no-one can hear you, anyway. everyone feels like this: no more. let’s pretend we can run from ourselves forever. sailing endless blue into the black of our dreams what wave never crested? what question never answered? what road never travelled? what space never filled in the end?
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4HL (for Art Vandelay)
04:09
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you had eternity; and you wasted it on all these people and their emptiness within - these endless routines; mannequin hands - scripted words; so little feeling. pre-determined nothings - i guess i’ve seen it all before. i wish i knew how (not to care / to fly) rapture? choking on indifference - no moral exemptions; no! ‘the devil makes work of idle hands.’ fractures. i wanna be a tapeworm; replacing the head of the host and multiplying.
[there is no news at all]
outside the freezing desert night; the other night inside. the towns and cities so grey. they’re burning to the ground. the news we hear is full of grief (there in the silences between)
all the echoes from the empty vacant streets. lungs collapse: it’s not the fire but the smoke that kills. life returns slowly like deer in Chernobyl office blocks. what doesn’t burn cannot rebuild: so light a fire inside your head and let it burn.
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Loch of the Island
04:33
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see through me
see through my eyes
lifetimes spent wandering the tide. breathe out. our souls bare as our feet; so let me go back to the coast of a newly promised land. [the last conversation with a dead friend]: ‘do you believe in magic? that there’s worlds within ourselves?’ let the past be lost in solar winds. wash all the days of earth away from us now. lifetimes in the forgetting of ourselves. with our hearts faced always to the sun surrendering to the night. these dream landscapes; i see it now. ‘i wish you well’ said the woman as she put flowers on the graves. decorating a house where no-one lives, but in the silence i can almost see you there, opening the door.
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iv. drifting
01:09
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Hebridean
03:50
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‘so how’s the weather?’ i’ve nothing else to say, and i know you’re choking; drowning. running fast through the tides of another August past; a river-of-consciousness. foregone conclusional. and what do you recall of a constant reality? can’t amputate the past to set the future free in your veins. do you have memories of an exodus that created millions of new realities? turn around; face me - at the edge of symmetry. when it's all said and done, your savior was only a human. there will be a big party when they come back; an unscripted heart attack. they said, "we came to find our g-d." they said, "we came to find our man." they said, “we came to be deceived.” then they said nothing else of note. at the edge of emptiness or the end of the world. ‘step this way; the show’s just about to start!’ in my head the colours spark; the scintillations cast - the curtain’s opening! the time is nearly gone; no more waiting in the dark; the audience all gasp. heads begin to roll and the crowd they all go wild.
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Miles to Kilometres
03:48
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achieved perfect forms without metamorphosis or additions of dubious form (and void emptiness) contain and be contained; in spite of ourselves. a series of [signs] was multiplied and repeated [signs] countless times. [signs] always the same [signs] always different. contained; it pours on us - like a sink without a plug. if you go looking for the end of the world you’ll find it. if you look for the beginning of a circle you’ll find it.
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Fidra
02:40
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lie down; kaleidoscopic. you know i know. breathe out; let it all fade away. in/out. skin so soft. fade away. your presence is deep in every movement, in every contraction and expansion - butterfly wings. see her now.
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vii. catharsis
00:46
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The Sea & the Sky as One
02:43
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quiet down the shoreline; it’s all broken memories. the ships are sinking - carcasses on the bottom, torn to vicious pieces by the water’s awfulness, down to wherever it goes. say that you know it, and say you believe me,then close your eyes so you won’t see me leaving. turn away, don’t look back ‘til after i’m gone. say that you love me, say you’re only dreaming. keep it inside, like internal bleeding. i guess that i want, i guess that i wish i was stronger. people live in fear of explosions; another senseless waste - lie where you left them in the harbour, the sea is turning hard work (foam to blood-red) capsized in turmoil, and heartache. watery lungs, no hope left of breathing. went under three times, now i’m one with the sea. a gentle breeze, and an ocean that swallows the world.
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