"Ylang Ylang Yclad"

Don't want to lose this sleepiness
should occasion recur · to use it

you get used
to a certain size of exoskeleton

i donned shades for a moment of sun
when it left i kept them on

cherish these shards
that sound like part of the real future


Sigur Ros's album "( )", while reading the first chapters of The Wandering Scholars (again): is this not the music for a melancholy survival, on remote islands of order?

"It was low tide [for culture] on the Continent of Europe, except for one deep pool at Toulouse where the grammarian Virgilius Maro agitated strangely on the secret tongues of Latin, and told his story of the two scholars who argued for fifteen days and nights without sleeping or eating on the frequentative of the verb to be, till it almost came to knives, rather like the monsters one expects to find stranded in an ebb." --Waddell


The Chinese Enya.


Telephone Sheep. (via Rebecca Blood)