spinal landscapes no.1


failing structures buckle along fault-lines. street-corner apparitions crawling along wounded blocks. silhouetted cranes looming from the bridge-view. sat low and staring long into the rising dream-state.

darkest shadows creep steadily in the morning light. tepid tap-water from a worn plastic bottle. stench of cattle, concentrated in camps lining the highway. throat leech, marks of vaccination.

desert sands and the spinal landscape. drained lake, poisoned reservoir. faint outline of the water tower. black tea, long-wave radio, coal plant, steel mill, factory furnace and rail-road. dismal ash-clouds.

an advancing column marching across a dead plane. drums of the centipede. incense veil, ritual tone poem drone expanding. new-found systems in the ghost maps, dissonance fields reflecting…


research outpost dissonance no.1


…first transmissions from the remote outposts… tempestuous skies and electrical storms… rattling of the shutters… morse code tone poems and the rusted guts of a tortured two-track… during the day the sun baked the paint of the quonset, in the night the crescent moon shone over an icy, frozen steppe… tape samples and dissonant oscillations collected… the shadows move imperceptibly across the landmass at dawn and dusk… crackling of the radio tower cables in the dust-storms…