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...but how ephemeral the sounds of the world: how tremulously like a dream they slip among our memories...
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2. |
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Shimmering
Cosmic Love
Beams
envelope us;
enchantment halos each
perfect lingering touch
captive
between lovers
electrifying passions; incandescent
eternal night
storms blossom
kaleidoscoping beneath the majestic heavens
tempestuous
within these floating worlds
evolving together
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3. |
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"I’ve spatchcocked a heron, I’ve billtonged a swan,
I’ve jellied some grass snake, made beaver won ton:
With sugar and allspice I’ve jerked a fine Cock
And hidden a hot pocket here in my smock.
Try my battered starfish, which you won’t see often,
I dress it at table for fear it will soften.
It’s all spread before you, so take a big bite,
But be sure to leave room for sweet things tonight…"
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4. |
iv. My Sky Kaleidoscope
14:36
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row to me my love
hand me the tiller
my breath fills your sail
trust me, your pilot
in the bed I wait
catch your snow white bones
sinking through the waves
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"...retching as I unwillingly recalled those dissonances of exquisite morbidity, those rhythms of cacodeamoniacle ghastliness that will haunt me for evermore, a blessed darkness finally engulfed me and I fell into a terrifying but slightly sexy nightmare...
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"...would the nations of the world not finally live together in peace if we could all hear Christ deliver his sermon on the mount? What profound effect would hearing the music of the spheres have on mankind? Or the midnight improvisations of JS Bach? My God!"
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7. |
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sun wave mind love time spit bile truth sleep run love fire axe lake wolf sing tired lap woods quiet tree life sun wave mind love time spit bile truth run
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8. |
viii. A Fog
20:57
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Hush now.
Hush storms.
Hush sand, hush shores, hush sails, hush shoals.
Hush souls.
The air was cool. The insects gone.
The secrecy of fog.
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9. |
ix. A Drowned Cathedral
13:53
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I swallow the Ocean
Dirt in my belly,
Smoke in my mouth hole.
Cradle me in salt water
Sprung and wrung from the womb,
Suckling the bosom of the gloaming.
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10. |
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"Your waxy faced Mama shrieked and growled, dancing insanely to the pounding of Colonel Nancarrow’s fevered pianola. The mongrel inmates joined the throng and the clatter of obscene crotala punctuated the ceaseless ululations of baying and bellowing that broke upon my quivering ears like waves of a noxious sea of bitumen."
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11. |
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Seduction is an art:
Eye, stomach, loin and heart.
As Eve found in Eden
Our bodies need feedin’
A nibble on my tart
Enlarges a man’s part.
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12. |
xii. Dorothy in the Dark
24:06
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"The waves in which we play are as old as time. Stay with me. Rest. Drift in the waves and you may suffer a sea change into something rich and strange."
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13. |
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"What could drive a man to such extremes? The pursuit of certainty? Of proof? What strange echoes from beyond the doors of our perception might still survive the aeons to reach the dying brain in those final moments? And could any man hope to hear the voice of God and not be driven mad by it?"
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14. |
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"It must be noon; the dark cave mouth behind me still whispering; the thin sunlight rinsed of all warmth; I must go home, to Mama.
I keep my eyes on the path; above me the cliff from which Ferneyclough fell. I cannot bear to look. To see it. Hurry up, hurry up - Mamma will know what to do. Hurry, hurry: then stop. There’s someone here..."
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15. |
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...but how ephemeral the sounds of the world: how tremulously like a dream they slip among our memories...
|
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16. |
|
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|
Shimmering
Cosmic Love
Beams
envelope us;
enchantment halos each
perfect lingering touch
captive
between lovers
electrifying passions; incandescent
eternal night
storms blossom
kaleidoscoping beneath the majestic heavens
tempestuous
within these floating worlds
evolving together
|
||||
17. |
|
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|
"I’ve spatchcocked a heron, I’ve billtonged a swan,
I’ve jellied some grass snake, made beaver won ton:
With sugar and allspice I’ve jerked a fine Cock
And hidden a hot pocket here in my smock.
Try my battered starfish, which you won’t see often,
I dress it at table for fear it will soften.
It’s all spread before you, so take a big bite,
But be sure to leave room for sweet things tonight…"
|
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18. |
|
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|
row to me my love
hand me the tiller
my breath fills your sail
trust me, your pilot
in the bed I wait
catch your snow white bones
sinking through the waves
|
||||
19. |
|
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|
"...retching as I unwillingly recalled those dissonances of exquisite morbidity, those rhythms of cacodeamoniacle ghastliness that will haunt me for evermore, a blessed darkness finally engulfed me and I fell into a terrifying but slightly sexy nightmare...
|
||||
20. |
|
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|
"...would the nations of the world not finally live together in peace if we could all hear Christ deliver his sermon on the mount? What profound effect would hearing the music of the spheres have on mankind? Or the midnight improvisations of JS Bach? My God!"
|
||||
21. |
|
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sun wave mind love time spit bile truth sleep run love fire axe lake wolf sing tired lap woods quiet tree life sun wave mind love time spit bile truth run
|
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22. |
|
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|
Hush now.
Hush storms.
Hush sand, hush shores, hush sails, hush shoals.
Hush souls.
The air was cool. The insects gone.
The secrecy of fog.
|
||||
23. |
|
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|
I swallow the Ocean
Dirt in my belly,
Smoke in my mouth hole.
Cradle me in salt water
Sprung and wrung from the womb,
Suckling the bosom of the gloaming.
|
||||
24. |
|
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|
"Your waxy faced Mama shrieked and growled, dancing insanely to the pounding of Colonel Nancarrow’s fevered pianola. The mongrel inmates joined the throng and the clatter of obscene crotala punctuated the ceaseless ululations of baying and bellowing that broke upon my quivering ears like waves of a noxious sea of bitumen."
|
||||
25. |
|
|||
|
Seduction is an art:
Eye, stomach, loin and heart.
As Eve found in Eden
Our bodies need feedin’
A nibble on my tart
Enlarges a man’s part.
|
||||
26. |
|
|||
|
"The waves in which we play are as old as time. Stay with me. Rest. Drift in the waves and you may suffer a sea change into something rich and strange."
|
||||
27. |
|
|||
|
"What could drive a man to such extremes? The pursuit of certainty? Of proof? What strange echoes from beyond the doors of our perception might still survive the aeons to reach the dying brain in those final moments? And could any man hope to hear the voice of God and not be driven mad by it?"
|
||||
28. |
|
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|
"It must be noon; the dark cave mouth behind me still whispering; the thin sunlight rinsed of all warmth; I must go home, to Mama.
I keep my eyes on the path; above me the cliff from which Ferneyclough fell. I cannot bear to look. To see it. Hurry up, hurry up - Mamma will know what to do. Hurry, hurry: then stop. There’s someone here..."
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