Sunn O)))
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Reply 4 of 106 (Originally posted on: 05-24-05 04:32:29 PM)
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Not bad. I kind of like them.
Three more:
III
we stood
on the edge of night
and you asked,
'is that what you call a sunrise?'
'yes,' I said,
'it must be;'
and I described it for you:
the reds burned on the landscape
the black was all but gone
rising slowly
it was - we were live.
IV
can I describe the colors of the sky:
the blue caresses the blue
pillars of black lines scrape
silhouettes from the viking landscape
(woods drape of snow
toned the lightest).
the eyes move from side to side
glazed over with the permafrost
that echos the hues
and then
then
out of all the noise - a solo
something so different
so shocking and strange:
the pillars give way to green and brown,
blindness,
for a second or a moment
'with me,'
it disappears.
Ciel of a Labyrinthe
it complicates
(if it fits in darkness)
it laughs
(if it is in light)
and the clouds over bear, over
it.
I feel the urge to drift
'The sun,' it asks me,
'is it floating'
and I can't decide
if it's floating or whether...
hanging.
(the dust clouds my eyes,
cataracts, if it asks so,
if the desolation of
concrete was enough to appease;
I'm haunted, lest I get weary)
Don't take it from me!
I seek to drive it. To
drive the sun, that stark
blue sky - 'coffee'
in midst, last images
crowds of peons, peons
placed in coke bottles,
it complicates, it laughs.
"Oh Joe Cocker"
(you like Joe's Cocker, don't ya?)
"It's up where it belongs."
This reply was last edited on 06-04-05 01:24:10 AM by Sunn O))).
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