posted on February 4, 2014 at 10:59 am
sprook no moor

sprook no moor

 

The immaculate black night is out of light

I had passed out sometime back

The chanting head voices had gone east somewhere

The limitless byzantine of my other world

I was anybody as I lay there in the dark

A breeze stirs from somewhere

Its breath disturbs the fragility of my connectedness

A breeze that whispers stuff about a country that aint out there anywhere

Little bells outside a childrens church

I hear a choir singing some faraway song as if through an astral line

On a Sunday morning not yet come they will unfurl penance

Drowsy little town at the foot of a mountain

Even as my world infects you and crumble

Silent chatter of cactus

The slow nodding of the fir

The gentle groan of the man on the ash

Echoes of squabbling gulls

The waves have ceased their crashing

The sea itself is quiet and listening

Listening to the music deep inside itself

Huge whales and sharks under the waves

Gentle lapping of dogs

The crack and creak of Hesperus in a dim mist

Laocoon calls out to his sons too late in the day

The universities are full of such monsters in these times

The finality is much more than many of us can stand

It doesn’t matter

Eventually all pain will subside it will reside outside nowhere

The truth will keep becoming strange and changing

Sleep escapes me although I pretend to dream

A pretender to a crown of wrought slumber

I take a number and wait

 

 

7 Responses to “decider”

  1. avatar
    Kohl Ette | 4 February 2014 at 12:41 pm #

    The morning told me to get my skates on
    The noon changed its tune
    I did manage to locate a place
    God knows if it is the right one
    But i have a level and time
    I already self diagnosed beginner
    The devil knows i am right there
    Whether tonight tho?
    Sea how the wind blows.
    An afternoon with video
    Wuthering Heights.
    Last night was a literal waste of time
    But fun to spend freely in
    A palace of well… a genre.
    This morning chucked me mixed blessing.
    I think i might decide to take
    The girl child to ride.
    It matters not to our pain.
    It really makes no difference.

  2. avatar
    Steven Krut | 4 February 2014 at 5:37 pm #

    Hi Steve. I’ve been enjoying listening to Miscellanaea. It’s pretty much what I expected – an album of intriguing musical experiments. My favorite track so far might be Crooked Mile. Song for Debbie is pretty damn cool – as is your string-backed version of Poison. I think you did a good job with the sequencing of the tracks – pacing the evocative ambient pieces between the songs. The Panthalassic Sea is a strong closer. Swagger and Stagger intrigues me. I think you should flesh that one out into a full-fledged song because the end result could be sensational, IMO. Overall, a really enjoyable listening experience. Thanks!

  3. avatar
    Chris | 4 February 2014 at 6:32 pm #

    ……I’ve heard that music deep under a wave…..it tingles the spine and soul and mind….nice one sk….very very nice!

  4. avatar
    Five Fathoms Deep | 4 February 2014 at 11:50 pm #

    Always loved it when you talk of the sea.
    ‘Where the sharks dream in the waves’ was a killer line.
    Have you done much underwater swimming?

  5. avatar
    doctorshadows | 5 February 2014 at 7:40 am #

    “I am in the mood to dissolve in the sky.” – Virginia Woolf.


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