Back Pain

I purposefully didn't follow the rhythms exactly. Also the fun compositional bit was in the robotisation :)

Listen here.

..getting an intense massage tomorrow

Lesson

For irony to die, an inexpressible lesson must be taken from his clutches.  

This lesson cannot die, so neither can I while I hold it.

Take it.  

I tried to teach this lesson.  I could not.

No one can teach this lesson.  It can only be learnt.

Feel its fine hairs: they have writing on them.  Read some:

“Experience is inescapably single

Like a musical piece in which background noises are acknowledged as a part”

“Nothing ever happens simultaneously to your experience”

“Experience is inescapably linear

Though our senses tell us otherwise”

“One thing happens after another

A thing can be so small”

One more hair.  The writing is big:

“Nothing else exists”

Listen here:  https://soundcloud.com/toby-graham-music/lesson/s-9J9qn

Lithium

Two today, because I completed my first submission last night.

This is maybe a good time to point out that none of this is autobiographical. 

'Newness feels good,' my mother said.

'The feeling of constancy, that's just as good, and that only comes after.'

Lithium feels good. And after, I want to kill myself.

Constancy, when does that appear, before or after?

She bade me sleep. In this room I could never sleep,

So she painted little flower-stars overhead.

I dream of them. They torment me.

And still my mother tells me to sleep.

The Tree

I'll see Peter today.

But Madge will be with him, I don't want to see her.

Her head, her eyes, her mouth - who told him sweet words of love beneath the tree.

And her ears - who heard him talk of growing up, and knew they'd halved a soul.