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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Composer: Ed HookeDate of Composition: May-September 2018Date of Recording/Copyright:
CommentaryOn our two mountain bicycles, by chance we found ourselves exploring Hainault
We were not disappointed.
Through the gate strange shadows loom‘neath leafed canopy gloombut we climb up the
incline & we climb & we climb.
Broken bracken, twigs twisted laywhile wild wound woodlands weave our way.Sunshine’s
shards thread through and splay- splinters of a day.
Down we dash.Clothes flap. Nostrils flare. Eyes flash.We bounce & we bounddown
o’er bobbled ground.Sparkling spokes spin round.,- serendipitous freefall found.
Fly bullets & flamingos from a gun.We knew not that that day would be the only one.There
would be no repetition
of our exhilaration daze.
Fast & fleet.We’ve got winged wheels round our feet.Ride wild with the windwhere
the woods have thinnedlike the ground has grinned at us- traced by tracks twice twinned.
Two-wheeled is each metal steed.Tough tyres turn at snail speed
as we climb up the incline & we climb & we climb.
Handlebars clasped, pedals pressed.Pushed slow spun sprockets, path progressed.Reach
hill’s crest. Complete the testyet here we will not rest.
Freewheel, freed by chains.Full tilt down tilted terrains.
of a backside beaton a stone-like seatevery time ground & wheels meet.
Each bike swoops & sways,careers & conveys usdown dirt highwaysin exhilaration daze.
With the Sun still ablazemy eyes meet your gaze& that memory staysof exhilaration
But we spotted not the sinking Sunstooping to kiss the horizon,arcing away from our
attention,with its red ever reducing rays.