tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76642003446793182042024-03-13T08:00:35.971-07:00Dead Baittangerinedreamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10555803051770601790noreply@blogger.comBlogger119125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664200344679318204.post-91016553496320420652020-07-07T16:52:00.003-07:002020-07-07T18:34:01.613-07:00On the Wire - A national treasure - KEEP IT ON THE BBC! <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjefng9evzrusl-9lUgyIllFMQhn1Kh9dMB_RaA__8j-Stifl-HfbO-bjldDWS3aq_8L1lzJQte1gEX5q8A4_dHO0jk5NaIq0UbdDhyphenhyphenY-JkcgjSgldhlS4JQg2EmGiAOMwoDC2-c8jHnXgb/s500/ink+%25282%2529.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjefng9evzrusl-9lUgyIllFMQhn1Kh9dMB_RaA__8j-Stifl-HfbO-bjldDWS3aq_8L1lzJQte1gEX5q8A4_dHO0jk5NaIq0UbdDhyphenhyphenY-JkcgjSgldhlS4JQg2EmGiAOMwoDC2-c8jHnXgb/s320/ink+%25282%2529.png" /></a></div><div><br /></div>This is <b>a post about a radio programme</b>. If writing about music is like dancing about architecture then I'm not entirely sure what blogging about a radio programme is. <br /><br />Anyway. It's not just about that. If you want the digested version so you can get on with binge watching and instagramming and being a success then... <b>a radio programme I like very much is being booted off the BBC. I'd like you <a href="https://www.change.org/onthewirelancs">to sign and share a petition</a></b>. The end. <br /><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/Q7PdxdXzskU" width="320" youtube-src-id="Q7PdxdXzskU"></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Except it's not the end. It's also a blog about the BBC and their role in contemporary society. It's <b>a blog about your license fee and what you want doing with it </b>and kind of about why, even if you don't listen to the show, you should think about why stuff like this should be what we fund... <br /><br />Let's be honest, the BBC has had a tough time, it's not exactly fair to blame them for cuts that come from above, but I think it needs to think carefully about what it does with the funds it has. Let's begin... <br /><br />On the Wire is a very niche programme in the grand scheme of things. Tucked away on BBC Radio Lancashire and tucked further away still at a post midnight timeslot, <b>it's not exactly David Attenborough on the list of 'obvious national treasures' - but it should be considered in the same light.</b> Let me explain why. <br /><br />Music is a vast world. It reflects all sorts of ideas and cultures. It reflects different types of people and different states of mind. There is always more music to explore, always something more to be heard. Music is transformative and spiritual (in a completely universal way.) Music educates us, about ourselves and about others. It's meditative and provocative, soothing and unsettling. Music distracts, engages and transports. It takes us to places and yet leaves us exactly where we were. It's a total mystery. <br /><br />The BBC was formed with the intent of (in the slightly paraphrased words of Lord Reith) <b>'Educating and entertaining' </b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/eq5gjfN5lns" width="320" youtube-src-id="eq5gjfN5lns"></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I can't think of another programme that fulfils this brief so admirably in terms of music than 'On the Wire.' Those of a certain vintage might recognise my description of the show as 'Kershaw meets Peel meets Mixing it' yet that doesn't really do it justice. It's just 'On the Wire' - it's unique. You rarely hear the same track twice, you don't quite know what's coming next. It could be trumpets from Mali, a clattery punk band Fenny heard on CD he borrowed from Darwen Library, some ambient heart pounding sounds or the most soul rending blues you've ever heard. Or something completely different. Who knows? That's the point. <br /><br />In a world where 'diversity' is held up as an end in itself, 'On the Wire' has quietly played a mix of music that defies the character of the source. Radio Lancashire (bless it) is a station where Jim Bowen held court for some time and programming seems largely based around updating people's nans on where the latest church fete is. Cheery traffic reports and ever so slightly zany DJs playing hits from the 70s interspersed with colour pieces from a local garden centre.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">That's probably unfair, but there's a ring of truth to that characterisation. It doesn't seem to be the likely home of a monthly 'black dance' special or periodic, legendary dub mixes that stand alongside anything Jamaica could produce for righteous brilliance. Female South American Cellists? Fine, it's got you covered. Gypsy folk brass band music. Yeah. Detroit techno. No problem. Spoken word in a made up language over the backdrop of broken beats by a homeless gender neutral person - probably at some point... and so on and so on. I couldn't possibly do it justice. It's all just music. Just people. <br /><br />That's what makes it wonderful. It isn't a planned exercise in 'diversity' or a forced 'recognition' of broader cultures. It's just a few blokes who really like lots of different music, playing lots of different music. Because they like it. It never patronises or prioritises. It's just people with their minds open to sound, channeling it into a radio show. </div><div><br /></div><div>It educates. It entertains. It does it without fuss or self regard. </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/s9ADE_Qvwpk" width="320" youtube-src-id="s9ADE_Qvwpk"></iframe></div><div><br /><br />It doesn't '<i>respond to a market dynamic with a carefully structured series of segments aimed at speaking cross demographic, talking to it's core audience in buzzwords, whilst carefully avoiding alienating those on the cusp whilst maximising cross platform pollination opportunities'</i> <br /><br />In the interests of truth and beauty, I'll point out I made up that piece of BBC middle management speak. It's a fictive device that serves my polemical purpose. Despite it being a mere whimsy, it has, like all satire, a ring of truth when compared to that which it mocks. We live in a media landscape where genuine love and passion and where education and entertainment take a distinct back seat to facial recognition and multiplatform brand identity. <br /><br />I don't mean to do down the BBC too much. There is some great TV and Radio produced, but there's a lot of programmes along the line of 'One of Mel and Sue go brass rubbing' or 'Someone who was in an indie band once plays things the computer tells them to and then one of Mel and Sue come on and chat to them about going brass rubbing' <br /><br />There's a lot of content produced that feels as if it's produced because someone is really hopeful that someone somewhere might watch it and that's all that matters. <br /><br />Lord Reith didn't say the BBC's core values were "To maximise the audience satisfaction by creating inoffensive radio and TV that fills time in a vaguely distracting way" <br /><br />There's a powerful argument that says 'But we don't need this sort of thing anymore' - I can stick on the internet and hear WFMU or play the wonderful <a href="https://www.mixcloud.com/kamikaze/uploads/">Kamikaze</a> on Mixcloud. I can go to spotify and play a playlist. Why do we need the BBC anyway? <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/Y89G8ICs-Zg" width="320" youtube-src-id="Y89G8ICs-Zg"></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>It's a powerful argument - the thing is, it applies to all the BBC content. Why bother with Attenborough, when you have the Discovery Channel? Why bother with 'Strictly' when you could just flog it to ITV? Why have Match of The Day when you can just watch the highlights online? Why bother with any of it at all? Why not just scrap the whole thing then we'll all be £100 and something quid better off and aside from the adverts, it'll be just the same. I even enjoyed the test matches on talksport. It's tempting to say 'A new world is here. Get with it.' <br /><br />There's really only one case against that. It's a vitally important case and one the BBC themselves need to realise if they want to survive as an institution. Sometimes, it's the freedom the BBC offers that generates the greatest content. <b>What makes Attenborough special, is he makes the programme he needs to make</b>. He tells the story that needs to be told. Not the one the advertisers want. Not the one the viewers want. He educates and he entertains. In that order. That is what gives him authority. That is what makes him the absolute gold standard. <br /><br />Test Match Special is a national treasure because the BBC doggedly provided commentary on cricket matches, even when it made little sense to do so. It defined how to cover a game and spawned a notion that sport could be chatted about on the radio in an affable way that seems to define the entire medium wave radio output (and a considerable chunk of podcast content) today. </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/oNzn-B0qvv0" width="320" youtube-src-id="oNzn-B0qvv0"></iframe></div><div><br />The BBC gave platforms to such mad ideas as Chris Morris and of course, for generations, John Peel played the weird, wonderful and at times frankly unlistenable. He defined taste and trend despite sounding like someone's avuncular uncle. <br /><br />None of these things work in the context of commercial TV or radio. They worked because they were built on love and passion. They worked because someone had an idea and didn't really know how it would turn out. Imagine pitching John Peel to a commercial station... <br /><br /><i>"He's a middle aged man, who will grumble a lot, play things at the wrong speed and often play music that most people listening won't like. We want to make him the flagship DJ of the new music service. Oh, and he wants to make the show from his house..."</i><br /><br />What the BBC needs to stand for is the truly brave. The <b>programmes that need to be made because someone wants and needs to make them</b>. The content that stands out because it simply couldn't exist on other stations. Only then will it have a real purpose in existing in a world of media saturation. <br /><br />We live in a world where content competes for your attention to the point where we have to listen to the sound of the sea on our phones to switch off. <b>The BBC has to stand out. Not blend in</b>. Not make content so ever increasingly mediocre that it eventually becomes just a never ending spiel of beige voiced over by one of 'Mel and Sue.' Not simply offer radio and TV that is just an endless recurring advert for what's on the other BBC channels, leaving you hopping around desperately hoping that if you just follow the recommendations, eventually you'll hit someone saying *something* </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/s98IdjNmltI" width="320" youtube-src-id="s98IdjNmltI"></iframe></div><div><br />That way the BBC will drown. Be <b>washed away by the vibrant things happening elsewhere</b>. What will be lost is the platform for the Attenboroughs and the Jonathan Meades, the Adam Curtis, the Sister Wendy reviewing paintings, the Mary Anne Hobbs and all the rest of the stuff that IS worth the license fee. <br /><br />Which brings me back to 'On the Wire' - this is a show that on my last listen played a track I liked. I looked it up on Spotify and found the artist had 14 followers. I was the 15th. That's basically an artist who is being followed by his/her mum and dad and a few mates. I heard it. The algorithm would never have brought me that track. The 'person who used to be in an indie band in the 90s' would never have brought me that track. One of 'Mel and Sue' wouldn't have brought me that track. <br /><br />The show serves a purpose to the listener (me) as I love it. It also serves as one of the few remaining places where on the BBC you can switch on the radio and expect to hear something completely and utterly new. Something that you literally couldn't hear anywhere else. Something that hasn't been played anywhere else. What that means to artists can't be quantified. It means, even if you don't ever get played, you've got that faint hope that you might be. It means the dream is alive. It motivates not just sales and revenue but the <b>very act of creativity itself. </b>That matters. </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/0dtxvkUTapE" width="320" youtube-src-id="0dtxvkUTapE"></iframe></div><div><br />Platforms themselves need platforms. Those that love music are essential to the musician and Steve, Jim and Fenny are the embodiment of 'music lovers' - The BBC needs people like this to serve the culture it purports to support. Without shows like this, the rhetoric that spews daily from the music stations and whenever Glastonbury is on TV is empty. <b>You don't support music by playing the records people already own. You support it by playing the ones they don't</b>. <br /><br /></div><div>You don't make great art by simply doing what you think the audience wants. You make it by having something to express, something to say, something to communicate. In it's own modest and self effacing way, 'On the Wire' has provided a platform for some of the greatest art of my life. I literally own hundreds of records and downloads that I wouldn't otherwise own. Whether the show is in and of itself 'art' isn't the point but it feels like it. It's beautiful and simple and true. It just does what it sets out to do. Play music. It educates, it entertains. It enriches and informs. <br /><br />There's plenty of things I've liked that have been cancelled or that have run their course. Everything changes and entropy is the course of life. Happily 'On the Wire' will continue come what may. I'll still be able to listen to it and so will you. </div><div><br /></div><div>This means more than just 'keeping a radio show on the radio' - it means standing up for, something honest, simple, pure and unequivocally good. I'm a professional cynic and yet I can't find a single reason to be cynical about 'On the Wire' - it's a piece of solid gold, an oasis of new, strange and unusual wonders, a trove of hitherto undiscovered treasures from the past, a kaleidoscopic window on so many worlds. It's two hours of headspace and it goes from strength to strength. Gently evolving, always moving but yet always in the same place. It's just some people playing records, but so much more at the same time. It weaves a world of magic, takes you somewhere and shows you things you didn't already know. <br /><br /><b>If that's not what the BBC license fee is for, then I don't know what is. </b><br /><br /><b><font color="#b51200">What you can do: </font></b><br /><br /><a href="https://www.change.org/p/save-on-the-wire-bbc-radio-lancashire?utm_source=share_petition&utm_medium=custom_url&recruited_by_id=4dc3f940-7d43-0130-eb01-3c764e049b13">Sign the petition: </a><br /><br />Share the petition: <br /><br /><a href="http://otwradio.blogspot.com/2020/07/statement-from-steve-barker-and-on-wire.html">Read this</a> and email the people it names (Click this link to create an <a href="mailto:john.clayton@bbc.co.uk?cc=chris.burns@bbc.co.uk&subject=On the Wire" target="_blank">email to both</a>)</div><div><br /></div><div>Listen to the latest <a href="https://www.mixcloud.com/otwradio/"><b>'On the Wire' </b></a><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>tangerinedreamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10555803051770601790noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664200344679318204.post-78545461368471821922020-03-31T16:26:00.003-07:002020-03-31T16:27:40.808-07:00The river saw the Romans<br />When I left the house it was as if the quiet had recast the buildings as rocks and boulders. As if crags had grown around the pathways. Ridges and cliffs, the roads merely clefts between them. <br /><br />It wasn't silent though, I could hear the river rushing and on the bank, I watched it and thought 'What does it care?'<br /><br />Some things are bigger than people. <br /><br />The tip is on the far bank, it is grassed over and horses graze amongst the methane vents. In the dusk light, its silhouette was of a mountain, the horses becoming a wild herd against the fading purple. <br /><br />A reminder of places near but now distant. A reminder of the wild. A reminder of what it would be, to climb above it all and notice how small we all are in comparison to the whole. <br /><br />Wash yer hands and be nice to each other and that xtangerinedreamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10555803051770601790noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664200344679318204.post-25954313733696257942019-06-15T02:00:00.001-07:002019-06-15T02:00:53.499-07:00Thought for the day (grey) <div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'>Stunned and twisted. <br/>
Caught like a snapshot<br/>
cracked open.<br/>
Red pools on grey.<br/>
Once lithe now stiff. <br/>
Speed turned static<br/>
as if switched off.<br/>
I think<br/>
Where does energy go?<br/>
The circling of crows<br/>
is my answer.</div>tangerinedreamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10555803051770601790noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664200344679318204.post-32993666426079977742019-06-08T02:44:00.000-07:002019-06-08T02:44:40.689-07:00Membranes - What Nature Gives, Nature takes away<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">
Oh my. Mother Nature. What a cruel mistress. Not some tie dyed, head scarfed gentle lover of all but a harsh, ever changing thing of exquisite beauty and infinite pain. Equally capable of rampant destruction as tender embraces. Poison, lava, fangs juxtaposed with sweet scents, soft petals. <br />
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This record has no right to be so good. It's a concept album. In the nicest possible way, it's a record by middle aged men. I know we are post everything but c'mon, middle aged men making a concept album. Alarm bells should be ringing here. Middle aged men shouldn't make such thrilling music. That's what young people do. That's the preserve of youth surely, making music sound like the dizzying descent of a free fall from a great height and the sudden weightlessness of the parachute saviour.<br />
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John Robb is music journalist amongst other things. This record, along with the band's previous album shows the power of listening on creativity. Influences are worn on sleeves and meld with the band's own style to become something new. There's echos of 'Flowers of Romance' PIL, rockabilly, some of the more autre element of the grunge sound, dub, gothic majesty and loads, loads more. I don't usually like records that knowingly recycle a style or a sound, but there's something about certain bands that transcends this. The earnest care of Belle and Sebastian, crafting unfashionable little slices of 60s soul for example. I think it's about intent and honesty. This isn't the sounds the membranes think WE want to here. It's the sound THEY want to make and thus, it transcends any limitations of 'it sounds like X or Y' and stands proud on its own strange feet.<br />
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It swirls and jabs, it caresses and it pummels. There's humour. There's bleak nihilistic emptiness . There's wit and humanity. There's the cold hard truth. It's grounded in Lancashire seaside towns and launched into space. It's the everyday and the sheer wonder of what lies beneath. The world seen through everyday eyes and the world seen through a microscope.<br />
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It keeps going. A brutally long record that exhausts and invigorates at once. <br />
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And it has a choir. A fucking choir. They say comparisons to other bands is lazy music writing, but then they also say writing about music is like dancing about architecture so fuck it reader, here goes - imagine if the John Spencer Blues explosion and Alan Ginsberg did a record after being locked in a nuclear bunker for 10 years with only some old Victorian prints of nature and a choir to keep them sane and you might be quarter of the way to understanding it. <br />
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The lyrics, pull you into the specific, the finite, the physical. The music and the choir release you into the abstract, the sensual, the spirit. The two elements jar, sometimes resolving blissfully, sometimes stuck in conflict. The tide ebbs and flows, the sun rises and falls, death surrounds you, decay and destruction is our legacy but fucking hell. People. This. <br />
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People just trying, despite all their limitations and all our thick tongued inadequate words to touch the sky. To say something true. Is true even the right word. I don't know. <br />
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Punk isn't three chords, it isn't mohawks or spitting or Sid and Nancy or the mythos of 1977 (or the pathetic I wastherefirstism of 'it was all over by then') it's the music of people who give what they have to it, the bodies, their souls and their minds ((c)Iggy) <br />
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It's the sheer audacious freedom of this music. <br />
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God love the Membranes. <br />
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(<a href="https://louderthanwar.com/shop/product-category/the-membranes/">https://louderthanwar.com/shop/product-category/the-membranes/</a>)</div>
tangerinedreamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10555803051770601790noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664200344679318204.post-71994395983275656852019-05-16T03:44:00.001-07:002019-05-16T03:44:36.266-07:00First draft of summer<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'>Two butterflies, spinning in the air, a swirling fragile maelstrom, a whirlwind, disappearing into the blue. <br/>
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One of them folds its wings and falls. A stone dead plummet towards the ground, a dogfight wooden aircraft burning. <br/>
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Just as it is about to hit the earth, with a nonchalant flick of its wings, it is again afloat on the air. <br/>
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Transforming itself from a burning meteor, to a playful lazy summer stream as it flits, tacks and winds between stalks of wheat and buttercups. <br/>
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I am struck by the thought that nothing I could ever do could match the thrill of what I have just witnessed.</div>tangerinedreamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10555803051770601790noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664200344679318204.post-75777230162710938842019-04-19T02:38:00.001-07:002019-04-19T02:38:15.241-07:00Time numbs all<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'>Trills, shrill. <br/>
Burbling, twirling<br/>
Like twists of paper<br/>
Dropped. <br/>
<br/>
Warmth lights<br/>
A burning fuse<br/>
of a slow explosion<br/>
<br/>
Pepper tang <br/>
of leaves<br/>
Reaching <br/>
to the sunlight</div>tangerinedreamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10555803051770601790noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664200344679318204.post-74003521510761919542019-04-18T14:18:00.004-07:002019-04-18T14:18:56.340-07:00Barefoot Contessa<span style="font-family: inherit;">Like ice<br />shimmers.<br />Like ice<br />burns.<br />Restless dervish.<br />Wildfire.<br />Lost<br />in pages.<br />A countess.<br />Barefoot,<br />faux fur,<br />splendour.<br />Black feather<br />shine.<br />Steel bright<br />sharp.<br />A web<br />in moonlight.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">Sliced into pieces</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">Tamed and penned</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">Glide on the currents</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">Crag and boulder</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">Defying mastery</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">A cold defiance</span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">You seek death</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">Discovering the prize</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">Winter’s meal</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">Jet black ink drop</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">Falling to earth. </span></div>
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tangerinedreamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10555803051770601790noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664200344679318204.post-51840576733268535112019-01-27T02:58:00.001-08:002019-01-27T02:58:53.461-08:00Saturday nite takeaway<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'>On the tipping point of the scale<br/>
There is balance. <br/>
Here you find equilibrium<br/>
<br/>
Lying between exhaustion and recovery<br/>
Between enthusiasm and hopelessness. <br/>
Cocooned in darkness. <br/>
<br/>
In the journey there is a prospect<br/>
gold may lie in wait<br/>
Peace maybe found.</div>tangerinedreamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10555803051770601790noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664200344679318204.post-15945299920096639812019-01-21T14:08:00.001-08:002019-01-21T14:08:38.767-08:00Track<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'>The jet engine and the trees<br/>
Shadows of birds<br/>
A little forgotten island<br/>
The middle of the road<br/>
A hollow. Sheltered<br/>
The traffic lullabye<br/>
Monoxide dreams<br/>
Never silence. <br/>
Never darkness. <br/>
Always alone</div>tangerinedreamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10555803051770601790noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664200344679318204.post-33633113905699101782019-01-12T01:43:00.001-08:002019-01-12T01:43:05.183-08:00By the bed<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'>A pile of books looming. <br/>
A series of flirtatious moments<br/>
Some went further, several dates.<br/>
But they weren't the one<br/>
<br/>
More like, it wasn't them, it was you. <br/>
You're just not in the right space right now<br/>
Forever distracted<br/>
Always fearful of silence<br/>
<br/>
Looking to drown your thoughts<br/>
Not able to listen. <br/>
The book pile grows. <br/>
<br/>
The more new starts you have<br/>
The more depressing it is to be back in the same place<br/>
Just in the shade of a longer shadow.</div>tangerinedreamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10555803051770601790noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664200344679318204.post-30707898988652789922018-12-16T11:56:00.001-08:002018-12-16T11:56:46.441-08:00Laughing crows eye you hungrily<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'>Forever draining but never dry<br/>
Airbrush sprayed. Fawn and dead red brown. <br/>
Imitated by camouflage. <br/>
This is the real thing. <br/>
In frozen colour drained grey <br/>
Shot through by distant godly memory of summer<br/>
Wheel specks of feathered dust. <br/>
Everything below is stunted and slowed.<br/>
Frozen and thawed. <br/>
Clinging on. <br/>
<br/>
<a href='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-cEqE8QrKdIE/XBat_ApU8VI/AAAAAAAAja0/ZIWSeHk1yFwB5S_wBQ3Z_1teTvzUoG6LwCHMYCw/s2560/%255BUNSET%255D' onblur='try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}'><img border='0' src='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-cEqE8QrKdIE/XBat_ApU8VI/AAAAAAAAja0/ZIWSeHk1yFwB5S_wBQ3Z_1teTvzUoG6LwCHMYCw/s640/%255BUNSET%255D' style='display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;'/></a></div>tangerinedreamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10555803051770601790noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664200344679318204.post-18027091630760654862018-11-15T02:28:00.001-08:002018-11-15T02:28:16.816-08:00Hiding<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'>The machine will not stop. <br/>
lights keep flashing<br/>
Pistons thumping<br/>
Churning out<br/>
Junk<br/>
<br/>
They keep building<br/>
Brick on brick on brick <br/>
Ever taller<br/>
Wider<br/>
Capacious<br/>
<br/>
We have gathered<br/>
And hunted<br/>
Standing <br/>
Surrounded<br/>
By our kills<br/>
<br/>
The cruelty of boredom<br/>
Is corrosive<br/>
Flames <br/>
need a spark<br/>
To ignite</div>tangerinedreamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10555803051770601790noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664200344679318204.post-48058025127278590852018-11-08T14:10:00.000-08:002018-11-08T14:10:13.301-08:00Calder<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">The mist is low over the valley</span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">Concrete grey walls entomb us all. </span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">Even the incomers</span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">With their bunting</span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">And better ways</span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">Of living better lives</span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">Feel the dread</span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span id="docs-internal-guid-c7a64ec8-7fff-a640-fda4-c27d354d3237"></span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">Of living with yourself</span></div>
tangerinedreamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10555803051770601790noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664200344679318204.post-84213334913707289252018-11-08T14:09:00.001-08:002018-11-08T14:09:13.645-08:00Etch-a-sketch<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">Let’s write new stories. </span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">In chalk on the pavement</span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">About nothing and no one</span></div>
<b id="docs-internal-guid-3f5713f2-7fff-39d8-7b41-1a3e1e1abf71" style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">The rain will come</span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">and wash them away</span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">When it has dried</span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">We will start again</span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">leaves falling</span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">rust growing</span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">Machines seizing</span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">Fuel running out</span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">As we forget</span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">How to make fire</span></div>
<br />
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">And return to the sea.</span></div>
<div>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;"><br /></span></div>
tangerinedreamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10555803051770601790noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664200344679318204.post-31492677016382160942018-10-31T10:37:00.001-07:002018-10-31T10:37:35.073-07:00New Build<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'>One foot, then the other<br/>
jerking through the sludge. <br/>
Scanning the darkening water<br/>
while fireworks explode<br/>
in impotent memory of anger.<br/>
<br/>
Low flight skims the surface. <br/>
Sky lighter than the oil below.<br/>
All the shades and sculpture of the clouds<br/>
has become flattened into silhouette.<br/>
<br/>
The world is disappearing before me<br/>
as a tiny lion hunts in dying bramble<br/>
scenting still smaller things,<br/>
hiding in the straw of forgotten summer.<br/>
<br/>
The lights if the horizon coming into focus,<br/>
some bleeding down the foreground,<br/>
like an oil paint reflection of the actual. <br/>
Stillness caressed by distant traffic <br/>
and the phasing, persistent wail of a siren.</div>tangerinedreamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10555803051770601790noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664200344679318204.post-43242042396945444962018-10-09T12:26:00.002-07:002018-10-09T12:26:35.884-07:00A terrifying story. <pre class="a-b-r-La" style="background-color: white; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; overflow-wrap: break-word; user-select: text; white-space: pre-wrap;">Earth moving
slower than I,
sliding and crushing.
Forcing upwards.
Fragments worn,
waterborne,
forming again
According to current.</pre>
<pre class="a-b-r-La" style="background-color: white; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; overflow-wrap: break-word; user-select: text; white-space: pre-wrap;">I fight against the upward climb.
Dig my toes into the gravel,
suck in more air
and then, for a moment I am king.
Scramble, slip, slide and stumble,
inexorable descent.
The valley floor in shade
The bog which never dries.
Downward evermore</pre>
<pre class="a-b-r-La" style="background-color: white; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; overflow-wrap: break-word; user-select: text; white-space: pre-wrap;">Following water's course.
To the plain open terror.
leave like the Iron Man.</pre>
tangerinedreamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10555803051770601790noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664200344679318204.post-88164199958683676422018-08-28T14:33:00.000-07:002018-08-28T14:33:10.401-07:00Dockland - rewrite<iframe allow="autoplay" frameborder="no" height="300" scrolling="no" src="https://w.soundcloud.com/player/?url=https%3A//api.soundcloud.com/tracks/491996451&color=%23ff5500&auto_play=false&hide_related=false&show_comments=true&show_user=true&show_reposts=false&show_teaser=true&visual=true" width="100%"></iframe><br />
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Had another go at making music. I say 'music' - I mean passing the time. Quite pleased I managed to keep something minimal though.tangerinedreamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10555803051770601790noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664200344679318204.post-14874387514231449392018-08-27T02:44:00.001-07:002018-08-27T02:44:09.880-07:00Vapours. <div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'>A detuned radio and the howl of a banshee<br/>
Pixels bleeding green, brown and purple,<br/>
blotch, dot and smear. <br/>
The bunker door is closed. <br/>
Against the horizon<br/>
where nothing good can be seen</div>tangerinedreamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10555803051770601790noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664200344679318204.post-21315267767750190492018-08-15T05:50:00.001-07:002018-08-15T05:50:03.388-07:00Bastle <div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'>To eke, <br/>
to scratch<br/>
to scrape out an existence<br/>
on the edge, in the margin<br/>
beyond the horizon. <br/>
<br/>
The sour taste of fruit<br/>
picked too early <br/>
The soreness of digging<br/>
land that will not yield.<br/>
Failing, infertile, acidic. <br/>
<br/>
Respite from wind,<br/>
temporary, brief.<br/>
Crouched behind drystone,<br/>
wishing like a madman.<br/>
that wild land could cure a wild mind.</div>tangerinedreamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10555803051770601790noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664200344679318204.post-89723576464478497442018-08-05T11:44:00.001-07:002018-08-05T11:44:58.114-07:00Around the headland. <div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'>Exploding from gorse<br/>
Forked tail, tumbling<br/>
Glide, dip and burst upward<br/>
Playful flight.<br/>
Gracefully carving invisible shapes <br/>
<br/>
Scrag and clag on a black rock shoreline<br/>
Surly and beautiful<br/>
Lazy turbine rolling<br/>
Flag limply hanging<br/>
Buoy rocking softly <br/>
<br/>
The water's languid advance<br/>
Gently inevitable. <br/>
<br/>
<a href='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ddsaHCORaHA/W2dFp7dmT8I/AAAAAAAAhaA/-N0GS7iyKbsqBP0vljQchBhlRyQPMA9hwCHMYCw/s2560/%255BUNSET%255D' onblur='try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}'><img border='0' src='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ddsaHCORaHA/W2dFp7dmT8I/AAAAAAAAhaA/-N0GS7iyKbsqBP0vljQchBhlRyQPMA9hwCHMYCw/s640/%255BUNSET%255D' style='display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;'/></a></div>tangerinedreamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10555803051770601790noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664200344679318204.post-87705671560834499022018-07-23T14:55:00.002-07:002018-07-23T14:55:17.382-07:00DocklandThinking of a photograph<br />
I try to drive towards the sunset.<br />
Veering off course<br />
chasing a golden moment<br />
in which the purple haze sky<br />
explodes behind cranes and razor wire<br />
burning up the sea<br />
I glance from the traffic<br />
down long lines of glazed brick terraces<br />
framing the dark drama of back lit clouds<br />
and the promise of a shoreline<br />
but by the time I can turn<br />
I am too late<br />
heaven's fire is extinguished<br />
the deep blue of early night has fallen<br />
and I am on earth again.<br />
<br />tangerinedreamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10555803051770601790noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664200344679318204.post-81770723183377389782018-07-17T01:51:00.001-07:002018-07-17T01:51:46.619-07:00Granite<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'>Loops repeat. <br/>
Slices of life. <br/>
Butchered.<br/>
Prime cuts. <br/>
Of sensation <br/>
Cleaved into<br/>
Neat shapes.<br/>
Gorge yourself<br/>
Tear into <br/>
Raw flesh<br/>
Drive thru<br/>
24/7 <br/>
Feed<br/>
Insatiable.<br/>
No one cares<br/>
Like you.</div>tangerinedreamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10555803051770601790noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664200344679318204.post-84580814810970125442018-07-15T13:32:00.004-07:002018-07-15T13:32:58.492-07:00Ultraviolet<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">Stamping. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">is bolted</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">but the hinges </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">are loose</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">Clouds of dust,</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">droning wasps,</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">biting flies.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">The sun is high</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">and the tap still drips</span></div>
tangerinedreamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10555803051770601790noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664200344679318204.post-45387465562806139192018-05-30T05:31:00.001-07:002018-05-30T05:31:28.475-07:00Moss<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'>Flight paths following plough lines <br/>
Beyond long horizons,<br/>
disappearing into haze.<br/>
Land as flat as the roar of traffic.<br/>
<br/>
I am washed up on this island<br/>
of riotous hedgerows and fly tipped waste<br/>
Stripped bare peat land and swerving arcs of tyre marks.<br/>
I am sinking into the nowhere between places.<br/>
<br/>
I do not flinch at hollow crack of gunfire. <br/>
We are over the border. <br/>
Between the lines. <br/>
This is a nation state of warning signs and fences. <br/>
Sunbleached hand scrawled threats to would be intruders. <br/>
Razorwire in the wilderness.<br/>
The distant growl of an opened throttle rising to a whine.<br/>
<br/>
A principality of faceless metal barns, deep ditches and plants that leave welts and blemishes on springwhite skin. <br/>
<br/>
An outpost of hidden glades, light and green and cool, silent. <br/>
Blossom fallen on sun baked ground. Blooming branches basking. <br/>
Undisturbed. <br/>
<br/>
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