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Tag Archives: Fife
A Familiar World Made Strange
All tracks, footprints, paths were gone. Buried. He had pitched a tent on arriving: how come it had not blown off? From inside, he watched the complex improvisations of the wind. He heard how it suddenly laughed with the sand, … Continue reading
Posted in Ephemera - Encounters, Field Trip, Observation, Poetry, Quote, rag-pickings
Tagged 'Beast from the East', alien forms, beach, Chaya Czernowin, Edmond Jabès, Elemental vortex, Fife, Fife Coast, Fife Psychogeographical Collective, Fife Psychogeography, Limekilns, Murdo Eason, snow on beach, The Book of Questions
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Haar Gothic
Haar gothic Graveyard off limits No herald angels sing today ≈≈≈ Dunfermline Abbey 21.12.17 Now playing: Erik Satie (played by Philip Corner) – ‘The Gothic Dances’ from Satie Slowly
Interstice
For a moment hold an interstice of the gloaming ≈≈≈ Now playing: Eleh – ‘Measuring the Immeasurable’ from Radiant Intervals I.
At the Heron House
It is a place within easy walking distance from the front door and yet it is unlikely that anyone would stumble across it. It is not on any well-trodden path. However, nor could it be described as a remote location as would be evident if you … Continue reading
Posted in Field Trip, Happenstance, Observation, Psychogeography
Tagged @EdinDrift, A siege of herons, clods, earth, Fife, Fife Psychogeographical Collective, Fife Psychogeography, fungi, Hayao Miyazaki, lichens, Murdo Eason, organic antenna, psychogeography, pterodactyls, snowdrops, stillness, The Other, time
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Call and Response
the mist the call the fall the mist … ========= Later (with headphones) ========= The missed call The Fall the mist … (Blindness, Peel Session) Twa Ools / Trees Call of the rain-smeared cobbles (Rose Lane) Nocturne ≈ St Andrews, … Continue reading
Concord
. Fragile heat, March sun Morning frost fizzle melt Spring threads of creeper – sprung, in Lip of light and shadow play ≈ . F i z z z z z z l e s of morning frost ≈≈≈ Now playing: … Continue reading
Posted in Happenstance, Observation, Poetry, rag-pickings
Tagged Concord, Fife, frost fizzle, light, Limekilns, March 2017, Murdo Eason, shadowplay, Spring
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At Crombie Point
. Ink etched blue silence. Cold harbour spires, sketched over cubist sails. Thorn pinned birds still tethered. Wings opening, sensing the sky … . The ruined pier at Crombie Point. (January, 2017). Jules Verne travelled to Scotland for the first … Continue reading
Posted in Ephemera - Encounters, Field Trip, Found Art, Happenstance, Observation, Poetry, Psychogeography, rag-pickings
Tagged Crombie Point, cubist, Fife, Fife Coastal Path, Fife Psychogeographical Collective, Fife Psychogeography, Jules Verne, Murdo Eason, Tales for Travellers, threshold, Torry Bay, Torryburn, Traveller's Tales, Witches
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Skein
. Unseen On the move overhead in the dark, a skein of geese trace elemental songlines. An arc of ancient language: shared, precise, yet never disclosed . . Untranslatable articulations. Dreamtime tracks. Already distant, almost gone. A fading away towards some idea of silence. ≈ … Continue reading
Lost coordinates
Time adrift Land, sea and sky under caul of ice fog Lost coordinates. Trace of an island? spectral ship? Ah – foreshore shaman at the prow. ≈≈≈ Now playing: Kevin Drumm – Middle of Nothing (Part 1)
Settle / / Disperse
. Settle . . Settled / . / / . / Disperse . Dispersed ≈ ice blue hue of early morning / / settled setting of frozen music / / arrowhead stave aimed at the stars / / rhythms inked on starless starlight [ crack crack … Continue reading
