” Floating Sponges/Luminous Phrases”.
The Vitus Memorandum.
Those spores, that inspired
The dreams of true mapmakers,
Are life’s very stuff.
Bering Island Burial.
I found me a spot,
Far, far from the sadd’ning crowds,
To rest for-ever.
Bering See-Lines.
See-lines criss-crossed lands.
Glimpsed, past midnight, they’d call us
From our broken dreams.
Rolling in the Deep.
Byss? Abyss? Escape!
Through narrow, cold straits! Drowning?
Drowned? In .. time-less .. depths?
In the Beginnings.
In the beginnings,
There were words. Planted deep, in
Fragiled, ancient times.
Dusts to Dusts.
We’re not diamonds.
We’re shattered glass, searching for
Our truths in these dusts.
The Roskilde Light Festival 2020 "Floating Sponges/Luminous Phrases" soundscape.
Lay back and listen to music and throat-singing from the area closest to the Bering Sea, spiced up with the six haiku opposite (approx. every 5 minutes).