All the Ebs of April.
Inside Eb you can pour a lake and sail. It is the first resting place on the mountain.
Eb descends the infinite stairs carrying nothing but its own blood. Eb is the first movement of wings, now that they are fully grown. Eb is the first sound in the outside world. Eb is the first flight. Eb is sound smith, working invisible sculptures. Eb is the first room and the first fruit. Eb is a magnifying glass under moonlight. Inside Eb you can unfold linear thought. It is the opening of the letter that has always been waiting on the table. It is interior space with touchable walls, mind-moveable structures, porous clay, a sand clock where sand and glass recognise each other as one and the same.
Eb is magma on the move, habits dislodged from their rocks. It is one foot up and one foot down. Eb swims across the colliding currents. Eb the space between you. It is lying awake in the near-dark, between dusk and dawn, powerfully alone, forever mourning, yet never more alive.
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All the Ds of March.
D is for doorway. It is dream unfinished, dream infinite, dream with no beginning or end.
D is destination as freefall. It is current, water and electricity. D is falling behind, when there is no ahead or behind, above or below. D is division, duality, and the devil who can spin you around blindfolded until you don’t know which way is forwards.
D is lying on the ground.
D is for Dionysian dance, for journeying and returning with a package wrapped in paper. D is a rope dropped the bottom of a well. D is a window of light. D is drone unfinished, drone infinite, drone that has no beginning or end.
D is a double flute, mask and a pocket mirror. D is to dissolve, but not to disappear. It is not just seeing what you have around you, but who you have. It is what you have to share, and who you can be for others. D is using the fallen tree that blocks your path as kindling for firing up the forge. D is the draught beneath the door that reminds you that the world is always there and will always find you. D is for directing flowers back to their fields.
D is for difficult, decomposition, death, and departure. It is all that you have not yet said or done.
D is still having a long way to go.
It is important, and it doesn’t matter at all.
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All the C# / Dbs of February.
C# is stepping outside. It is hanging a dress in an olive tree and leaving it for the wind to wear. C# is seeing the dust piling up. C# is seeing sharper. C# is not being ready, but the tide has already pulled you out and away. It is a door ajar, on the other side of a canyon. C is thinking you know, but really knowing less than when you began. C is a shaft of light, just over there. It is a muddy hill, a slip away from falling backwards. C is focused muscle, tired from balancing. C is a parked car at the edge of the woods. The wheels are stuck, and snow is starting to fall. C is daEodils holding themselves up in the relentless rain. C is uncertain of itself. It has an unfamiliar body, but it keeps sounding itself, and hearing reflected on the surfaces of the world.
C becomes Db, and its new name gives it new meaning. No longer reaching up on tiptoes, it sinks down into itself. Db has its own step, solid ground. Db lights a candle, and its warmth thaws the eyes. Db is clay, warm from breath and hands, accidental harmony.
Db is a porous edge between land and water, a temporary passageway.
Db is starting all over again, a dragon dance, a possibility of losing it all. Db is refuge with no roof, an act of kindness, a song in the street, a gathering of friends. Db is being near and far at the same time; a glass wall. Db is memory of life and memory of death. Db is departure. It is a father pouring out of a paper bag. It is long walk to ask the wrong questions in the wrong places. Db is trying the best it can.
Db is new light over old maps. It is a train that passes through places with names written in lost languages, a train that never stops. Db is realising you are the driver of the train.
Db is finding 13 steps. It is a gradual blossoming, if you can just find enough breath.
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The Old Church is at risk of closure and needs your help! Are you a musician, performer, improviser, and / or passionate listener? Do you want to save an incredible community arts venue? Then The Octave Fundraiser is for you… bring instruments, voices, performances and your ears this Sunday 17th May The Old Church from 2-6pm!
What is an Octave Marathon?
We are going to drone and improvise on a note every half an hour, rising from C to C (C 2-2:30, D 2:30-3pm, E 3-3:30pm etc until we arrive at the octave) and we need you, musicians, wordsmiths, performers, to join the sound. It’s free to take part, will be relaxed, fun (the bar will be open!), and brilliantly experimental, AND you’ll get a free badge for taking part.
Donate to the Old Church Fundraiser here:
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Drop in and join anytime! And please spread the word!
The @theoldchurchn16 is at risk of closure and needs your help! Are you a musician, performer, improviser, and / or passionate listener? Do you want to save an incredible community arts venue? Then The Octave Fundraiser is for you… bring instruments, voices, performances and your ears this Sunday 17th May from 2-6pm!
What is an Octave Marathon?
We are going to drone and improvise on a note every half an hour, rising from C to C (C 2-2:30, D 2:30-3pm, E 3-3:30pm etc until we arrive at the octave) and we need you, musicians, wordsmiths, performers, to join the sound. It’s free to take part, will be relaxed, fun (the bar will be open!), and brilliantly experimental, and will hopefully help raise awareness about the current fundraiser to save the Old Church! AND you’ll get a free badge for taking part.
Get more info and sign up via the link - http://linktr.ee/mikeykirkpatrick
And please tell your friends!
