Tuesday, 30 March 2010

ME, FEB 1984; IONA, AUG 1985.

Throughout my first year
all I saw was a Rothko canvas -
red blocks teeming under eyelids,
soundtrack of earth churning.

When my sister happened
it was just about the most amount of light you can imagine.

Thursday, 25 March 2010

Tuesday, 23 March 2010


An astonishing work.

There's something so humanistic and resolute about a flattened 7th chord in a major key (Mixolydian mode?).

Indomitable is the word I'm grasping for, perhaps.

"I'd like to make myself believe / that planet earth turns slowly": exquisite, with a melody to match.


 100% in agreement with this