Monday, 25 January 2010

a f e w r e c or d i n g s do n e

this is tonight:

flare up cupped hand dragged
lung fulls of earth scratching out
cuttle bone white scrawl at muds base
hunched parrot footed on a clod
left out in the thunder falling under
whistling dinosaurs

Monday, 18 January 2010

n e a r l y r e c o r d i n g

r o m a n s t o n e is temporarily assuming a fixed shape

this is what richmond park sounded like today:

unplug madvillainy and flooded with dense quiet bird calls
from tree rustles left and right rhythm of footfalls and
short breath will jane be coming over? yeah i think so for
lunch slow snail of bike tyre cut straight through by strafing
parakeet fire rumble of heavy wheels on road bridges bubbles
under log tangles and damp bracken thin feathered holy spirit
falls on high finger branches small balls flick out wings
and bob like swimmers and somewhere a slow mouthed hat
stand clacks on bark and chews like a thick rug