rapt cranioklepty
klicks past ever bursting
bookcase yaws
with yearn slumber
Moloch imbibes · boxes of lament
olive tinted sky skirling
& scattered casings rasp
kilnward fall
your face blisters
velocity into · threadbare infanticide
My didgeridoo story. A correspondent in the 80s sent me a cassette which included some didgeridoo music. This fascinated me, not least because i could subsequently find scarcely any mention of the thing anywhere. --And then, somewhat later, i had been contacted to find a performance venue for some travelling improvisatory musicians who were coming to Dallas. I found a house, & contacted as many people as i could. So we were sitting there beginning, when in walked: one didgeridoo. Two didgeridoos. Three didgeridoos. (2015)
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