It seems to get heavier and heavier.
Think it’ll do any good?
His senses swam, for twenty minutes there was no movement.
The photo lab spotlights swung in arcs, focused on me.
With each breath I take my left hand seems to get lighter. I visualise it rising off my lap.
Pulsing flesh, scraping, biting, saturated credit card numbers, cracked glass, her right leg a serial port.
Bright, flashing colours splashed each wall, avalanche of hot juices, poetic justice and seismic waves for the soul.
The drop-outs, the weirdies, the bauble, bangle and bead brigade on the books and records and..
“Let us go upstairs and sample those delights we enjoyed so long ago.”
“Groovy,” said the girl, and she smiled, the flame’s reflection glistening in her eyes.
“Give us a kiss.”
He brings out the lukewarm bucket and places it in the centre of the room.
I now concentrate on my left hand.
I see it in my mind’s eye with my eyes closed, in a deep state of relaxation.
Now my left hand touches my left cheek.
Step 9
Step 8 can be repeated.
Some may wish to watch instead of participate.
Others who start may wish to drop back to the sidelines.
Fine.
Fine for the first three thousand miles
Step 5
A mesmerised monochrome system flashed through my brain.
The hum the piercing twang and boom - stark tendrils of life, that’s all.
It just didn’t look right.
My thoughts were running naked and hell, baby, I was involved.
You know, I was handsome, young , dynamic, a fighter, a swinger.
Branches smacking, deep deep sadness bellowed wordlessly
Step 4
Walk.
That’s’ what the little piece of paper says.
That’s the whole point.
“I’ll put it as plainly as I can,” she said,
The station was empty.
His telephone rang.
He stepped on to the platform.
He looked at his watch hopefully.
He sat on a bench and smacked his lips many times as though not knowing what to expect.
Savouring outdoor noises, nooks and crannies with quick-jigsaw warmth.
The thin wail of sirens.
A sucking sensation, clear plastic bubbles.
Inclement weather stroked the windows, burning, shifting,
A hundred deer, a hundred boar, feathery hair, imminent climax
A hundred empty nights
Gleams of a fugitive humour
“Can I keep this?”
there was a long silence.
Step 7
It was Imbolc, the happy time.
They squatted on the floor and nothing on underneath the dress she wore.
I continued to look at the floor for sixty seconds.
Step 8
At first it tickled.
Half-opened eyes fluttered.
Dead eyes in the living figment.
In twenty years’ time, two people would be looking curiously at the tattoo.
There was a transparent wall facing the ocean,
The rounded form of a circular building.
There was an awkward silence
The voice in a little squawkbox.
Memorising each feature.
Feeding, cleaning, working.
And in one hour, without a single shot, surrounded by green hills and fronted by a sweeping promenade and wide sandy beach, our tour bus drove off a viaduct.
With its dramatic coastal views.
Will blood flow in the streets?
Three days later, we’ll have time to further explore watch the ground crew below moving like bees and watch the dial jump.
I grinned at him and hoisted the beer.
He pulled a manila envelope out from the van,
The train began to slow down, and made appropriate noises then it stopped in the open somewhere …
And the smoke drifted thick.
I grinned at him and shook my head.
“No.”
An hour went by, and before you know it, night is fallen and another day is done.
Nocturnal Emissions' Nigel Ayers has continued to work with a strong underground of cult support, avoiding music industry fashions, and following his own creative path he concentrated on creating a strong sense of a wilderness identity through sound.
supported by 16 fans who also own “Heavier and Heavier”
Pure enjoyment of sound, never knowing what will happen next except for the fact that it will be even better than what you just heard. I love this one, thanks. saimonix
This ambient pop album from Chute Records label head Jan the Man captures melancholy, contemplative moods simply, and without words. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 15, 2021
