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Sedayne : ASTRAY : November 10th 2009

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This first came to me circa 1983 and represents something of a primal rap concerning the condition of storytelling in which the storyteller is forever astray in the joyful wilderness, journeying forth into a realm of wonders from which to weave their craft. This particular recounting occurs around Old Hollantide, Martinmass, when the nights are long and murk - a reflection, therefore, of the dark heart of the turning year, ceremonial to the ancient cause of such an invocation, recounted from memory to a freely-improvised violin accompaniment with diverse filters, delays and distortions by way of spectral leakage...

aye, listen close & it shall be told
aye told in the telling between the setting of the sun
& the rising of the moon
take of no food nor drink & stir not from yr places
& open not yr eyes & let yr ears hear whatever it is that they hear
& yr mind think whatever it is that it thinks

aye listen, for is that not the hare that passes by this place?
I have seen it ye hopper of ditches, a cropper of corn,
a wee brown cow with a pair of leather horns
milk that dark withy yr shuddering run / beast of no claiming
aye shatter the year by your turning shadow /
rested / unseen / unseeing

for in this place one eye shall become open
& that eye that leap from out of the head
& go as a fish in the silver stream /
and my tongue shall fly out of my head
& go as bird from tree to tree /

I am the fish / I am the bird
I am both the fish & the silver stream
I am both the bird & the trees
& let them go from this place & let them return hither

& the fish shall once more become an eye
& the stream will be tears of joy & sadness
& the bird shall once more become my tongue
& the trees become words chosen one to the other

is not my story the forest?
is not the stream the waters of life that wash over this forest giving it the dance of living?
Aye listen, for is that not the stag that passes by this place?
I have seen it
stir not / for in stirring we shatter the silence.

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  • Very interesting!

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