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A Rope
04:47
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Dip them one by one in the water swift water push them under the water dip them. Many threads make a rope held taught by the braid holding strong even though it's slightly frayed. Follow it down it's length to the bucket source filled to the brim it's the root of the force. But the rope is not of infinite length I am stretching and pulling with infinite strength. On the other end the rope slung over my shoulder I pull it to a river's edge and sit down on a boulder only then, do I relax my grip and gingerly with my nails picking apart the rope's end into tiny thread entrails I dip them one by one into the water. Let the current unwind and push them under. I feel through them, extensions of my fingers. Every thing they touch, impressions to linger. Many threads make a rope held taught by the braid each thread forms a bridge but in the water i wade. Only then do I relax my grip and gingerly with my nails picking apart the rope's end into tiny thread entrails I dip them one by one into the water. Let the current unwind and push them under.
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Glass Mountain
06:25
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I've forgotten a faithful child, wrapped in a weave of leaves, floating down, down the river. I watch as my memories disappear in the rippling waves. Now I'd better be wary, in case all this comes back to haunt me. I look upon the mistakes I've made like throwing stones off a bridge. Watching them land on the cars below me, I know that I am sorry for all of this. Some day you will understand. Now all I can do is stand with open arms, and let my actions take hold of me. I've been falling all along, looking for somewhere soft to land. And as the basket floats down the river, undulating so gently, I wish for a waterfall to force this dirt right off of me. Some day you will understand. I've forgotten a faithfull child On that river set adrift, and now what must be must be.
As two beings separate by degrees space is made for bigger trees. I look onward and prepare myself to climb the glass mountain.
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Paper Human
04:08
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I am drawing a person, I begin with the eyelashes, curve of the shoulder meets fingertips, sketch in the belly button, colour in the lips. I am creating a person, a stroke for each strand of hair, I colour the iris, I shape the nails too. I give it legs, make it stand, draw a line for it to land on. I have created a paper human. I am drawing a castle, I pencil in some windows. Vines hanging off the stone, I surround it with water. I will house, the paper human, in my paper castle. I will teach the paper, how to tape itself up. How to darken its own lines, how to unfold a crease. I will teach the paper, how to use scissors to cut itself off the page. How to draw other humans, how to feel. I have created a paper human.
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Blood Forest
04:32
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They told me not to. I was walking in the blood forest where mistresses are seen only in twos, protected by canines. It's not the forest they're afraid of, they can't be with each other alone. We are a danger to ourselves. Crystals caught in spider's web. Life drips onto the ground. I take the forbidden path, alone. Tempting fate with a bitter tongue. I am entitled to movement but instead I am given fear. Green blameless trees, moss caresses their arms in a love embrace. But we have made this a blood forest. Our thirsty bodies crash through the undergrowth. I walk alone is this stupid of me, and I stop and listen to the air. Droplets give way to small birds give way to aircraft. I meet another lone wanderer, and we stare at each other. Here is the moment. We can not be with each other alone. We are a danger to ourselves.
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Dancing with a Girl
03:54
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And I was dancing with a girl, goodbye and hello again. Where will I sleep tonight, goodbye and hello again. Did you know? I delivered a 12 week old baby. Do you hate me? He was waiting outside. Fist Full of what. It's all part of the story. Keep your step with the parade. I'll tell you when I get there. Where will I sleep tomorrow? Goodbye and hello again. YOu remind me of a girl. She's a nurse too. It's really uncanny, like goodbye and hello again. Call me a cab. I think I've had enough. I was dancing with a girl. Goodbye and hello again.
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Atlantic Rubbings
03:15
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Arrived at the first, I came from the last. They or we build, she or he builds history. I learn about time. Emotion's a clock. And held in my hands are the reigns of time. I will pull. Snuck into the fortress. Left my own on the opposite shore. Water links us, land divides us. Picking up intertidal glass. Broken bits of drunken sailor's bottles. Sea connection, reflection. I've come to stab the portrait. The layers of lives on monster earth, who breathes the tides, pushes me here or there. I let her. Addicted to movement, skimming over the crowd. Putting pencil to page, making rubbings replace, layers of others.
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Bird Song
03:37
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Whisper to me stories of a raven, ca-ca, ca-ca, ca-ca, and how with mighty wings it flew to the world's end. Whisper to me stories of a loon bird, la-loo, la-loo, la-loo, and how it sung to mourn it's lover's murder. Whisper to me stories of a robin, cher-ee, cher-ee, cher-ee, and how it dug a well to drop it's rubies in. Whisper to me stories of a raven, ca-ca, ca-ca, ca-ca, and how with mighty wings it flew to the world's end.
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Perfect Bells
04:56
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How dare I say I didn't know, when you threw your face at your hands. I came in for a moment, from walking bridges between hearts. Dropping keys into the abyss, how dare I say I didn't know. Down down down they fall, we sent words after them. You wonder who will keep your poetry voice company. Learning how to tip the bottle, when you start to drown your sorrows, it is time to leave the sea. You packed up and went across town looking for friends. How dare I say I didn't know, when I should have known then. The chances are terribly good that those words in the end would ring like perfect bells.
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l(a
01:30
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by e e cummings
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Throwing Stones
05:16
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He was awake that whole time. Once again, here I am, by the still water ocean. The waves are unseen but they thunder within me. Toes reaching for my shoes on the floor, I slip out of bed and walk out the door, any noise was a thunderclap. I felt around my pockets for a torch, dare not walk too far. I hear your name and it brings me back, and it brings me back and I hear his words, he was awake the whole time.
I'm helpless before your sense of democratized love. Digging the ground for the strength there is only perfection here you see. Stretch my eyelids wide to allow the night light. I walk angrily around, or was it fear all along. I felt around my pockets for a torch, dare not walk too far. Throwing stones off the road, so many directions, rid of them, what can I hit. Throw it hard, strike the mark, I imagine. If I through enough stones, could I crumble a mountain?
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