Heatmiser - Plainclothes Man
Paul Brady and Andy Irvine - “Paddy’s Green Shamrock Shore”
The Go-Betweens - “Cattle and Cane”
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The River
By Robert Adamson
A step taken, and all the world’s before me.
The night’s so clear
stars hang in the low branches,
small fires riding through the waves of a thin atmosphere,
islands parting tides as meteors burn the air.
Oysters powder to chalk in my hands.
A flying fox swims by and an early
memory unfolds: rocks
on the shoreline milling the star-fire.
its fragments fall into place, the heavens
revealing themselves
as my roots trail
deep nets between channel and
shoal, gathering in
the Milky Way, Gemini –
I look all about, I search all around me.
There’s a gale in my hair as the mountains move in.
I drift over lakes, through surf breaks
and valleys, entangled of trees –
unseemly? On the edge or place inverted
from Ocean starts another place,
its own place –
a step back and my love’s before me,
the memory ash – we face each other alone now,
we turn in the rushing tide again and again to each other,
here between swamp-flower and star
to let love go forth to the world’s end
to set our lives at the centre
though the tide turns the river back on itself
and at its mouth, Ocean.
Baude Cordier - “Belle, Bonne, Sage”
(Performed by Ensemble Organum)
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Sheet music for “Belle, Bonne, Sage” - written around 1400.
This is one of the earliest examples of eye music, where sheet music takes on graphical features that can’t be heard when performed. Here, the score is in the shape of a heart - a play on Cordier’s name (“cord” is a Latin root for “heart”).
The Mountain Goats - “Hebrews 11:40”
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Women received their dead raised to life again: and others were tortured, not accepting deliverance; that they might obtain a better resurrection:
And others had trial of [cruel] mockings and scourgings, yea, moreover of bonds and imprisonment:
They were stoned, they were sawn asunder, were tempted, were slain with the sword: they wandered about in sheepskins and goatskins; being destitute, afflicted, tormented;
(Of whom the world was not worthy:) they wandered in deserts, and [in] mountains, and [in] dens and caves of the earth.
And these all, having obtained a good report through faith, received not the promise:
God having provided some better thing for us, that they without us should not be made perfect.
- Hebrews 11:35-40, KJV
Johann Sebastian Bach - Cello Suite #5 In C Minor, BWV 1011 - 1. Prelude
(Performed by Mstislav Rostropovich)
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Cellos
By Jim C. Wilson
There must be cellos in hell:
that lonely moan could
not be made by angels. Harps
are for streams, starbright,
summer - or soft drifting
clouds of dreams. You can
dance rejoicing at the blasts
of seven golden
trumpets announcing Judgement
Day. I’ll step to the
different echoes from a cracked
drum; I’ll take the dull
fires and the lonely moan of
the cellos in hell.
