no room of words
holds so strong bonds
to stop old holy songs slow growth
o LORD show no shallow cracks
no not gods hollow call
break the stone in half or not at all
(o
o
o
oa
oa
oae)
Tuesday, 23 March 2010
a n t o n y m i c t r a n s l a t i o n
and sat still at table
or stood moving away chairs
before the clap of bibles follows you home
leaving a trail of hallelujahs
(you sat) i stood;
arriving at the root of mumbled thanks
after a stamp from the library led me away
(and/or sat/stood still/moving at/away table/chairs
before/after the/a clap/stamp of/from bibles/the library follows/led you/me home/away
leaving/arriving a/at trail/the root of/of hallelujahs/mumbled thanks
you/i sat/stood)
or stood moving away chairs
before the clap of bibles follows you home
leaving a trail of hallelujahs
(you sat) i stood;
arriving at the root of mumbled thanks
after a stamp from the library led me away
(and/or sat/stood still/moving at/away table/chairs
before/after the/a clap/stamp of/from bibles/the library follows/led you/me home/away
leaving/arriving a/at trail/the root of/of hallelujahs/mumbled thanks
you/i sat/stood)
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
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
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