Saturday, 23 July 2011
If you hear the perfect note then share it
The dark moors appeal tonight, surrounded in mist and regret, staking out their shadows and trophies for the hunted tribes whose pride and confidence has taken a terminal fall. And this soundtrack, my God, it resonates wildy inside your head, like a forced echo sustaining a rotating, forgotten landscape. The delicate ripples, in the form of one note then two, lap over your raw and bruised feet, soothing and healing, in time to an unfamiliar pattern you can't hope to forget or extinguish. It is all in that moment, a touch, the lingering. Deep inside this cave of sound a faint hum, with jagged claws, is tearing at your soul questioning everything you know, everyone who made this moment of reflection, of unquestioned 'self', possible. The echo continues and repeats, over and over and over. The delicate side comes forth more now, the haunted scraping against skin, against the heart. Sounds invade, and then fade, in a perfect sidestep on this journey. But how many notes does it take to seduce him over to the place where you are? How many for her, do you know? And what about the losing? It's a question, an equation, that defies any kind of traditional or technological source code and has no aide-memoire to act as compassionate companion in the search for that completeness. This time you need to figure it out on your own, the man you both inspire, and then aspire, to be. It's all about the rhythm of time, you see, and as for the exercised hands on the seen-better-days clock... well, they wait for no one, not even you. It marches on and claims continents, never mind countries.
Richard Skelton - 'Shore' (7.04)
You can buy Richard's work here, and say hello over at his Wordpress site. The effort that goes into making these divine artefacts needs to be seen to be appreciated, not just heard. With sincere thanks to F. for leading me to Skelton's work.