K & I [Panthalassa Shoreline]

Track 13 of Future Ghosts.

 

 

ma matter

give me moonmilk

 

hollow hill

faer melody

 

are no gods left

to hear me?

 

is pick and pit

all mere remain?

 

is upturned grove

all wait you?

 

-

 

hack pen

bled sound

 

strip moon

curves weight

 

drips word

drops field

 

grass rent

bass tripped

 

your slight

spent breath

 

uncount

dead stars

 

-

 

there is only

rap tap rap

 

racket of

ineffable

 

knocking on

your inoculated ear

 

This was written 9 August 2014 (part 2) and September 2014 (parts 1 and 3) and I don't consider it a particularly difficult text to decipher. Part 2 was written while with my friend Keith Donovan - the 'K' of the title - at the tail-end of a heady weekend in Wilts. The line 'hack pen' alludes to Hackpen Hill, one of my favourite parts of that county.

 

Currently reading: Failing Intelligence: The True Story Of How We Were Fooled Into Going To War In Iraq - Brian Jones

Currently listening: Twisted - Hallucinogen

Currently playing: Layers Of Fear

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