The Futher Sermons of Father McKenzie
Follow! Follow! Follow!
Dream Fragments Redrawn
Sock Man & Invisible Monkey (Superheroes)
The Dayof the Stupids
Attachment, Separation& Loss (part 493)
Run! Zombies! Run!
Portrait in Hallswith Tall Bare Walls
A Reluctant Gardener
We LaughedAll The Time
A Seduction of….(Souls?)
A Carthorse Chasing After a Gazelle
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You could talk & I would listen.Storm clouds swirl. Snake skins to shed.Weeds wound
round found bound in your head.
Composer: Ed HookeWritten: November -December 2018.
(Acknowledgement & thanks to Nadia for help with some of the more specialist vocabulary)Recorded:
Past pricks’ piercing poisons persist, pervade, paling special petals.Ache then wake.
Shake. Shear shame’s shackles. False-fear-free you should be.
Start to steer straight. Strive strong. Stop staying stuck, stung by ancient nettles.
Cry then fly. Come, scope the sky. Climb & claim what you could be.
You could talk & I would listen.
The story’s never the same twice told.Mental origami to unfold.
Freeze fret-stration. Frame fresh frisson.Pinpoint patterns. What else instead?Ourselves
learn to lead life lest be led.
I’ll talk too. You too can listen.Three steps forwards. Two steps back.
These tracks are our own tracks to track.
Feeling trapped. Escape routes missin’.Energy drains as worries suck it.Time to
let go and say “fuck it!”?
The task: to turn a fairly ordinary song into something almost simultaneously horrendous
“It’s a mess - as always.”