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Monthly Archives: June, 2013

two hundred and seventy three degrees: ‘the colour of a burning brook…’

40 Dogs (Romeo and Juliet) ~ Bob Schneider I might have fallen in love ~ with a place and the forgotten flavour of an unspoilt sky ~ far from here … Continue reading

June 30, 2013 · 3 Comments

two hundred and seventy two degrees: ‘stained with tears…’

In The End ~ Scott Matthew strange interplay ( of light ) and shadow the blur of present past mnemonic memory or real ( l i f e ? ) … Continue reading

June 29, 2013 · 3 Comments

two hundred and seventy one degrees: ‘it beats inside…’

The Organ Donor’s March ~ The Impossible Girl having once so loved something of you (r e m a i n s) indelibly part of me like a living tattoo … Continue reading

June 28, 2013 · 2 Comments

two hundred and seventy degrees: ‘when you go…’

To The Ghosts Who Write History Books ~ The Low Anthem houdini’s art escaping ( c h a o s ) I seek to disappear ~ a phantom fire flickering … Continue reading

June 27, 2013 · Leave a comment

two hundred and sixty nine degrees: ‘n ou masjien…’

Stuur Groete Aan Manntjies Roux ~  Helena Hettema Struggling still to find a fine point of balance the eye within this raging storm of chaos * Seën my ma en … Continue reading

June 26, 2013 · 2 Comments

two hundred and sixty eight degrees: ‘born to brave…’

Clementines ~ Bishop Allen I remember you best to tears, tall trees and a funeral ~ trench coat, boots and a broken nose rhyming ridiculous ~ in the icy grip … Continue reading

June 25, 2013 · Leave a comment

two hundred and sixty seven degrees: ‘when you’re feeling low…’

Let Her Go ~ Passenger fleeting life, ephemeral dream we dream, together reaching ( b e y o n d ) the temporary veil of flesh… * Do not stand … Continue reading

June 24, 2013 · 1 Comment

two hundred and sixty six degrees: ‘linger on…’

Pale Blue Eyes ~ The Ride (feat. Jonathan Velthuysen) memory and madness the mourning math of loss ~ a soul rides unfettered pale chariot of the moon ~ past fades … Continue reading

June 23, 2013 · 5 Comments

two hundred and sixty five degrees: ‘nothing to say…’

What He Wrote ~ Laura Marling you cut my tongue lest I did speak and whisper truth of blood deceit ~ scars echo silently : the twisted route our family … Continue reading

June 22, 2013 · 3 Comments

two hundred and sixty four degrees: ‘drifting off to sleep…’

Brand New Colony ~ The Postal Service The solstice, rides. A raging, steed. Death’s dark, angel. Fierce scythe, of bitter. Wind. Strips tree, of life. And leaves. Us, a stunted. … Continue reading

June 21, 2013 · 2 Comments