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soft grid in the bleached air
a luminous flock of windows
slow touch of terminal grey
anxious mountain
towering obsession
cutting through a mesh of agnostic signals
straining up towards perfection
arc lights on a proud mast
immoveable storied saviour
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Hopeful Young Keyholders
03:17
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short commute to the base of the spine
as big a deal as I could break
the sharp frontiers of villa slums
throw staggered shadows on the rails
we staple on another shelf
sculpt another vertebra
chase the dream above our heads
draw our breath a little shorter
stubborn urban loggerheads
sleek and sterile battering rams
frozen just before collapse
ice fields playing dead for time
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Hubris
07:58
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Mother Tongue
04:47
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well-heeled heretic, featureless figure of eight
sentinel architect, docile pick of the week
windowledge shipwreck, moribund man on the moon
flexitime pessimist, sackcloth ship in the night
I will look after you
cut your slack slowly
but in the interim
unstitch your origami heart from your sleeve
fairy tale figurehead, comatose eye of the storm
tourniquet citizen, safety valve tip of the tongue
I will deliver you
wring your neck out
but in the aftermath
you must look the other way
renegade monument, parody pillar of salt
blossoming precipice, coup d'état, cavernous heart
virulent daydream, ravenous jack-in-the-box
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it hit us in a surge of fractured song
clotted minds scorched with shock
and I’m swallowing paraffin just to fake a tongue of fire
but I don’t have words for this anymore
it caught us in our parched and half-built home
a flood that washed out every floor
and I’m jetsam set to foam along our fissured fault lines
and I know the fault is mine
bruised borders shrouded in light
blind glare of an unknown voice
severed bloodlines spraying loneliness
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Glossolalia
04:34
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drag net of continents
does not fray
hallucinates
held in place
a myriad fated colours glisten in the faraway sea
charred edge of memory
will not seal
hope escapes
out of date
a bristling cloud of thoughts that burst in disarray
top heavy exodus
cannot keep
empty lands
wait for us
the reckless sapling so all of
reached the roof
incomplete our advancements
checked its growth
our vivid focus turned back as
dissipates
hungry rout tidal fragments
leaves no trace
no distant prophesy
spelt the end
signposts born
much too late
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Shells
08:14
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spars protrude like broken limbs
spars protrude like broken limbs
our girder god is splayed out and exhausted
our dead-end elopement
our dead-end elopement
stranded handstand halfway up the sky
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Mute Stampede
03:55
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Poetics of Defeat
07:55
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embrace the struggle like another well-worn sister
sad and splintered
embrace your shadow as a burnt-out puddle
flattened parcel
forgive your blood its solemn gestures
livid etching
forgive the dusk its weary posture
faded gospel
embrace the detailed contradictions
grainy ficta
embrace a world of imprecision
choice perfection
forgive the dust its thoughtless chatter
friendly clutter
forgive the crowd their indecision
garbled wisdom
before they set the clocks on you
before your plans are shelved forever
before you have to understand
the claims you stake will split your life apart
before they set the clocks on you
before your wounds are drawn together
before you come to recognise
the halves you split will stake your life out
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Joel Cathcart Genoa, Italy
Joel Cathcart is a composer, songwriter and visual artist.
He specializes in intimate live
performances in unusual locations.
His latest album, 'Flotsam', is a collection of post-apocalyptic puzzles whose hybrid ensemble sound signals the creation of new listening spaces amid flooded ruins and overgrown motorways...
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