"clouds like great..." is taken from Denis Johnson's Jesus' Son.
Darkness batting from the gaps of forest trees,
and above us, “clouds like great,
great brains….” By nightfall
Louisville is blacked out & reduced to crucible-quick
chatter in candlelit bars and other spotty garrets of light
way up the road’s vanishing point.
Nothing in over 500 miles was sky
but rippling aerial geographies licked by wind & rain,
wholly something more baleful & not simple
at late sunset....
Somebody please fire up the bath salts!
This weather’s telling too much truth--- lightning sizzling down like
so many strung links of torched pearl--- and it’s been dogging us
It’s been madness from the evening-purled crests
of the Shenandoah peaks
to this barren town waylaid in the final
morning stars mobs of sparrows are breaking through
like cackling disembodied heads,
like eerie legend: our eyes forced wide open
to a desiderata of noxious, weeping tree smoke
dawn lights up over West Virginia.
from The Rightful Pivot
released February 7, 2015
Recorded and Mixed By Desmond Shea and Joe Goldring May/June 2014
at Coast Recorders S.F.
Mastered by Doug Henderson at micro-moose Berlin
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