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Aquila
03:58
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Gust
04:38
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Gust
Something like a chicken with
out the egg laying cackle a
crack-faced hag spritzered the
night sky where it hung and
wafted in a still breeze.
Night drawn in with a sharpie
twist scraping all demonic down
the nail board in bestest hand
to sincerely wish a twisted miss
taken day dream that should
have been dreamed in the dark
don’t or do makes little differential
paranoidal flight zigged the jack
doors home tonight to clasp with
earnest toes branches flapped by
gustworthy northerly, merciless air.
Tonight’s a stormer, inside and out
I’ll lay low so the nitrous fists miss
and hit in stead the next hill side
race up and over, on and across
I’m no eagle, more a spent hare’s
pelt beaten empty and tanned,
draped upon a heather high my
thoughts laid bare.
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3. |
Flower
04:11
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Flower
there is never a right time
but always machinations
unstable slopes and schisms
so soliflucted I could slide
right down, right now but no, not I
I am alone, not petrified
I’ll grow from granite blocks
and push my flower stamen high
with growth that overwhelms
by drinking from the sun
I live this time of day
with momentary complications
petalic hopes and all
all that is green shall be brown
the mixing and the fermentation
fruitful endeavour, intoxication
desires both rooted and confused
here’s to the insects
drink to them
my pollen thick upon their wings.
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Tortoise
03:02
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Tortoise
To go up is to cool down and
up is where I am, cold blooded
last up on the mountain
lizard in defence, a reptile’s end
I’ll eat the very stones beneath
scaled feet that have ascended and
discovered our most treasured bloom
sweet lilac rosette I place
my beaked jaws to en-cave you
press against my soft palette with
horny and most loving tongue
your procreative offering
and drink the nectar there
lizard in defensibilities
most wanting
most scarce
To go up and never down.
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Eagle
02:18
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Eagle
From here dimensions open
and three is only a number
talons smooth and terminal
to fall in aero-dive
writhe in beating winds
my pantaloon feathers
bent and stretched both
both arms where
foiled fingers run
through air’s hairs
diving faster now
in purpose didactic
to pluck from the earth
that parcelled quarry
and carry on high
on high invest
with kinetic heat
forceful and vital
this bomb of flesh
opened now to
high southern slopes
a rocky byre
his self, my self
one is a number
to see an otherness
from however high or
far I fly.
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6. |
Man
01:19
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Man
Cracked my head, in single strike
as I ran forward in earnest haste
to collect my prized, beloved bird
shot clean through and through
to find its ordered home amongst
museum draws and taxiderma
tologists contortioning
your dark and burning eyes become
vitrified and shattered
my cranium in blow un seen
as from the sky a lilac flower
fell, my leaden body sliding
to the ground in avalanche
of crushed ambitions here, upon
a scree slope inverted hopes
discovery and erudition
science through observation keen,
the bullet of my eyes
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7. |
Out
05:40
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Way
The figure stepped forward into a
ladder of sunlight. Below precipital
shoulders a wild and pathless forest
grew with a darkened cleft or ravine at the
North and South faces, filled with
swift water. Seen at a distance, harsh
lines in pinnacular form lifted above
shoulders white with ice - three triangular
massifs, the central piece being the tallest.
Stepping across the landscape the
air around it was meteorological and
thick with a quad of ravens suspended or
pinned in indigo blue air. Above its
knees where the hem of a faded cloak was frayed
like mown hay and small animals waited
in hedged lines, there was a door.
The door from story, the
way in or through or down to where a
deity might reside, or perhaps a worm.
As the figure passed out of the sun’s charity and
into the depths of shade, at that moment before
it could no longer be seen, the door opened.
In
And I ran to where I had seen the opening,
or at least to where I thought it had been
and ran on for many minutes for the
the figure of the mountain had appeared so close.
But the figure had been enormous and
the distances vast; I ran on for more
than a day, but still felt no closer.
Perspectives shifted, unfolding in front and
engulfing to the rear, swallowing my
receding shadow; long where it had
once been short, until I too passed out
of the sun’s charity and was the poorer
for it. I knelt in a bank of tussock,
sinking between the grass heads. Turning
to look back I imagined myself out across
the plain and gazing this way, leaning forward
to gain sight of the giant figure, catching
my breath at what I took to be a door.
And here a ladder of reflected light on my
face, sent this way by a dark peaty pool
ricochetting the final waves. Behind me a flat wall
of stone, grey granite block, and my new shadow a
momentary body in sharp outline upon its surface,
hovering for a moment and becoming intense, a
violet-black opening, a way in, I spin
about while the sun breathes out and dive hands
first into the tunnel.
Side
I saw it from some way off and it was clear
that nothing of me or mine could ever be so massive,
so massed and dense so cracked, worn smashed.
Where the land rose out from black water
I looked but it did not return my gaze,
I walked and it remained.
My legs hurt with effort, pushing the living
over the crystalline, across lignified remains
and volcanic vomit, pressed sand and crustaceans,
mineralities, this can only be the smallest
gesture, my ascent and lying down.
Universe!
I shout up to the openness above
as, for a moment, I become the conductor for a
flash of energy rising out from the mountain head
and crackling upwards and away. My own body
quaking in an ecstasy of clarity.
Out
I’ll take a story from you, hillside;
I’ll make make something from you, something deep
like a door in your foot, a way in.
There will be singing, voices raised
and the gravity of mysteries that erupt
as small flowers around your shoulders.
We will go up with our eyes over and over again
until we live inside the land in our minds.
You will wear clouds on cold days around your neck
and press your head into the blue-black void.
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9. |
Gust *
01:33
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10. |
Way *
01:17
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11. |
In *
01:55
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12. |
Side *
01:26
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13. |
Guiding *
02:00
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Guiding
What am I that walks with surety in step with all?
A moment only where balanced or opposing swing
caught the mid day light in
plain sight, beside my friend
whose step is mine, our coat skirts
blown out towards the East a
synchronistic chime to disturb the
very air with shivers of pleasure.
No certainty exists and surety,
a Fata Morgana. Steps are there
to be taken and we do invite -
you are most welcome! Walk as if
with surety in the knowledge that
your adventure is your own, beside your friend,
whose stride matches your own, who looks
across the path and out beyond this
frame of mind, out from behind the
lenses of your eyes, the optical correctors,
lookers, leading or being lead,
the foot falls to earth just the same,
this path has no belonging and makes no promises.
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14. |
Flower *
04:08
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15. |
Tortoise *
02:00
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16. |
Eagle *
01:36
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17. |
Man *
01:30
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18. |
Out *
03:00
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Oceanallover Scotland, UK
Oceanallover are a dance, design and theatre company making original and exciting new work. We collaborate with a wide range of musicians working across many styles.
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