Feel
I feel something Something distant, like voices muffled behind a wall; An unhatched egg; A mosquito buzzing; An echo inside an ancient rock. I feel something outside of l-a-n-g-u-a-g-e that…
Music, art, poetry - a random collection of creative urges by Beth Cee and illogical dust
I feel something Something distant, like voices muffled behind a wall; An unhatched egg; A mosquito buzzing; An echo inside an ancient rock. I feel something outside of l-a-n-g-u-a-g-e that…
30 May 2008 If I had them I would bang together dustbin lids in frantic defiance of 1am and The silence that wraps itself like cling film around the night…
Chapel Bridge. It faces East. I have sat there, watching The subtle Soul of ancient landscapes – history etched into the dirt we stand on. Spider-woven threads and echoes. Drifting…
Between ecstasy and hell I have found this flat place of mud grey horizons. Colourless plateau; A space in-between. A place neither here nor there, A flexible arrangement Of time…
Tonight, the wind is a criminal thing, elementally cruel, horribly insane it kicks and it slashes at fragile things, like a street thug at war with the world. But this…
time is on firea sudden reunion of past and present;an explosion of experience ripped ragged and rawthe present a blur of yesterdays expectationtime is a coconut falling fast from the…