Dog Lady Island
1938
There, it falls apart, and still the black stone and slow fear and dead music, or dying in the twists of ghosts. It comes to nothing and tells a story made of stones and no mercy and dull music in the dead of night, counting in the half-lit echo of tessellated moments until voices arrive to examine our mistakes. In 1938, we pass the error of hours into evening, evading the dead currents of a baneful age. (January 4, 2013)
: metronome, bells and singing bowls
: voice, tape, shortwave radio
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