1. |
Settler Imaginary
03:55
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We sit for a long while
here
watching the moment
of death
loop over
and over
again.
Two lines extended
into the horizon
draw the eye to envision
a world without end.
Who builds on who?
Folding
crisis and stasis,
indifference and rupture,
burned over to burning
in endless procession
waking each moment
emptied of bones
unable to reach out
beyond these ruins.
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2. |
Precarious Fires
03:33
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Momentarily held
under six adverts
for obscure schools
trading immutable debt
for the freedom to become
this woman there
-- arched, sweatless, astral --
knowing elsewhere
your furniture
is assembling.
Meanwhile,
you are in fact
detached
in the window
-- liminal, confined, perspiring --
catching each other
in the darkness
watching your eyes
watching their eyes
watching your eyes
dissembling accident.
Rocking up on the balls of your feet slipping
pinched between the pavonine boys gingerly
fingering a coil of headphone wire, listening
to a calm voice speak urgently of these
precarious fires accelerating towards
an elsewhere increasingly
disassembling us
into o
b
l
i
v
i
o
n.
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3. |
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We are living as if
this place has vanished
forgetting
the lives we cut
together
held cracked
drifting back closer
still
here here
here
living as if
this place has vanished.
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4. |
Given to Forget
07:05
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Given to forget the feel
of it and you drift
like you do
in debt, precarious,
from one
to the next.
sous les pavés…
une image des pavés.
sous un reve…
une image de la plage.
Your dream is a stone
you endure
to build
your body
is a room vacated
for extra income
a space
for adapting
movement
to dreaming.
No, my love,
we are close enough
to touch enough to reclaim
our cities
are bodies, our cities thrum
all night long indispensably
connected.
We are close enough to
reclaim our senses
as collective
as the stones and the beach
and the air between each
and the roots
below.
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5. |
Pushing Closer
05:17
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Listening to the sound
of the wind
in the spare woods
pushing shadows
across the snow.
Struggling, as it were,
to constrain the silence
to love and absence.
Falling away from rising toward
the stupidity of being
on outposts of joy and silence
with the sea beyond
pushing closer.
Listening in to the crack of ice
under the pull of the wind,
feeling in the dark for a deeper
resolve, making the most to care
for each other,
to prepare for each other,
on outposts of joy and silence,
the sea beyond pushing closer
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6. |
The Cosmist
03:41
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You are picturing a ship
that can escape
this time and place
as if...
History is an exodus,
excluding knowledge
of past voyages and the cargo
kept beneath
the current
whiteness
of the dead
coral below
pulverized
into supplements
for pumping up
your cherry-red
myths of fall and flood
whose acidic seas
this ship
is sinking into.
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7. |
Lēthē
05:37
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Frozen to my lungs,
stolen from your tongue,
lost in all the silence,
misintentions promised.
but wait,
I’ll stay
buried, though
still there
my love.
Don’t let him take you down.
Don’t follow him down.
Stay clear the riverside.
Come back from the river.
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8. |
En Abymé
04:48
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We keep trying
to write out this cruelty
but,
we just end up
re-affirming its beauty.
Toasting the past,
getting lost in distances
floating in
and floating out
of love.
I still cut myself
on the angles of our
Voidoid leans
but they’re duller now,
disposable, routine.
Was it ever what it was?
floating in and floating out
of love?
But,
Happy New Year, Fucker,
I’m glad I knew you when.
I was and am better
for all the time we spent.
I remain yours to the end
as ever defenseless against
that restless wit of yours
even when it caused me pain.
Good luck in the trenches
digging out the future.
I’m right there beside you
trying to write out this cruelty
and I’m hoping there’s beauty
somewhere down under it all,
even if we just end up closer
to the bottom
floating in
and floating out
of love.
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The Hundred In The Hands New York
Eleanore Everdell and Jason Friedman signed to Warp Records not long after recording their first song and have been making music together ever since. On Warp, they released the “This Desert EP", (2010) S/T LP (2010), “Red Night” (2012), and 4 singles featuring remixes from Andy Stott, Patten & Kyle Hall. In 2018, they released the LP Love in the Black Stack on their own imprint, New Ancestors. ... more
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