—Anthem
Soon it will be cold enough
You’ll find me living in a bubble under the covers
Linens made of snow and magic
Until then I can only imagine how the sun sets and rises
(Copyright - Artist: Emancipator, Album: Soon it Will Be Cold Enough, Track: Anthem Note: The track is posted here temporarily. If you have the rights or you are an official representative of the rights to this track, write me, and I will imediately delete the file.)
As he travelled through the Woods of Consciousness, the messenger fell off his horse
The raven scavenging the forest found your thoughts downriver. He knew they were incomplete, the message lost
I heard the raven calling from my window, I filled his emptiness with blood
The raven returned to the river, but he could not reverse its flow. The words were lost
The loss sank to the riverbed where it was eaten by a mollusk
In a broken kind of paradise the raven drowned. The messenger rose up, his journey incomplete.
You kept your pen in your palm, you sent the envelope unsealed
I read the words with the back of my head. I put lace stockings on
Only the mollusk knew your fear of fear was the girl that ran away. Stilettos breaking, she fell in the dust
The Woods of Consciousness kept me awake and when I woke up in the dark I could see the words carved in the oak,”I want to kiss you in the sky”
The messenger arrived in time. He carried wind and earth
I took the wind, the earthly kind of paradise is not for us
They were always close. In brotherhood they shared everything. One day they would share a woman and face their differences. c. 1940, Germany (on the verso, Foto-Radon, Georg-Schumann Nr. 91)
In case you missed it, some installation photos from the Vie de la photo exhibition at Relative Space in Toronto as part of the Scotiabank Contact Photography Festival 2012 - a must see as selected by Now Magazine and the Interior Design Show.
