
Man
09/07/24 • 2 min
.....and even as the eagle soared above the rocky slopes, the tortoise encaged in its talons, the petals encaged in the jaws of the reptile, so a young naturalist ran forwards - last of his kind, taxidermy on his mind.............. The stricken eagle fell amongst a drift of feathers and petals, releasing the scaled misile from its grasp and joining all four together in death upon the shoulder of the mountain.
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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https://oceanallover.bandcamp.com/album/orographic
Buy our music on Bandcamp and help us to bring you more stories and music.
The Orographic album was recorded, mixed & mastered by Stuart Hamilton
(Castlesound Studios, 12th-14th September 2018)
Produced by Guy Veale
© Oceanallover 2018
Lead vocals - Joel Sanderson, Breezy Elthalion & Catherine Carter
Bass & cello - Joel Sanderson
Trumpet, helicon & backing vocals - Richard Merchant
Trombone & backing vocals - Roger Marsh
Bass trombone & backing vocals - Ross McCrae
Percussion & backing vocals - Anders Rigg
Spoken word - Alex Rigg
Electronics & keys - Guy Veale
Lyrics & album design - Alex Rigg
Thanks very much for listening. Art is an act of generosity and as such is made to be shared.
.....and even as the eagle soared above the rocky slopes, the tortoise encaged in its talons, the petals encaged in the jaws of the reptile, so a young naturalist ran forwards - last of his kind, taxidermy on his mind.............. The stricken eagle fell amongst a drift of feathers and petals, releasing the scaled misile from its grasp and joining all four together in death upon the shoulder of the mountain.
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.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
https://oceanallover.bandcamp.com/album/orographic
Buy our music on Bandcamp and help us to bring you more stories and music.
The Orographic album was recorded, mixed & mastered by Stuart Hamilton
(Castlesound Studios, 12th-14th September 2018)
Produced by Guy Veale
© Oceanallover 2018
Lead vocals - Joel Sanderson, Breezy Elthalion & Catherine Carter
Bass & cello - Joel Sanderson
Trumpet, helicon & backing vocals - Richard Merchant
Trombone & backing vocals - Roger Marsh
Bass trombone & backing vocals - Ross McCrae
Percussion & backing vocals - Anders Rigg
Spoken word - Alex Rigg
Electronics & keys - Guy Veale
Lyrics & album design - Alex Rigg
Thanks very much for listening. Art is an act of generosity and as such is made to be shared.
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Flower
Upon the Mountainside there is a flower, a most beautiful flower, last of its kind. It is opening its petals to the sky, an invitation and a celebration..........
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Thanks very much for listening. Art is an act of generosity and as such is made to be shared.
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A Derelict Building
This is a short story about getting lost in the dark. Part of the problem is that you can only get lost if you knew where you were in the first place, and the problem with darkness is knowing whether or not you have your eyes open.
This story may be metaphorical, in which case it is an abstract moment, an existential crisis. Or it may be true, which could make it into a variety of horror story. But then, there is that mid point at which it could be either.
Sound for the story was constructed live in The Arches, Glasgow in 2011 with Jamie Hall and Callum Mcaskill for my show called The Treadmill Poets. As with almost all live work, it was a brief moment in history. The Arches themselves were closed and Glasgow lost one of its best venues.
I have heard it said that melancholy is a desirable state of mind in some Northern lattitudes, possibly as a coping mechanism for longer winter nights. This story could certainly be described as such.
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