do you like sports - or antlers - swarm

This is HEALTH's music video for their song, HEAVEN. Its appropriately titled, combining washy synths with the landscape of snow and the artistry of technical performance into an orgy of serene energy. It's composed of shots from Werner Herzog's documentary: The Great Ecstasy of the Sculptor Steiner. Some of that here:


This is a great almost ten minutes of The Antlers performing live for an NPR recording. Their style is creepy, energetic, and fulfilling.











Hardwick Hall. Photo by Steven Bryson.

Lately its been necessary for me to heavily involve myself in the practice of compiling a manuscript. My writing has had to shift from a single-work oriented autonomy to a more inclusive 'book-like' format of carrying over themes or descriptors between pieces. Here's a draft of the beginning of a new longer work, entitled Swarm. It's being critiqued for me in workshop tomorrow evening. I'll let you know how it goes.


Swarm











Breeding of the interior lets loosening
She may breathe grow fit only
Once to pluck a pear again
It was the best part of the day before she could see the sun out
She lived a less parting dismay under the townhead
We towned down often after links collapsed
We laid down less after the noting shine

Spun clear, apt and south
It was the bright part of the day when the sun was in bed
Loam, loam, loam she pitched first two
Left leaving bright part away summer stead
We don’t need the extra space. You could
Sure keep your thoughts in or run again

What would be the two notes that make up two measures.
Why were we supposed to clap once right
That but we’re not compared or to meet higher.

Loaming, Henry abridged me. Lets press less
He gave birth to millions.
Once he woke up to restless
It was the blank side of the day when dark was in bed.















Free at three. When time pokes out. Break open the night not snaps not clasped. When apart pokes out. Invent broken terminology. Break open the work all known not said. Movement shines. When remember dancing. Break open the neck bones not sit not think. Not sit not think. Strings detense. When alert unfocused. When head extends and feel the wind noise. When eyes when lids turn clear. When white blinding pokes out. Stomach doesn’t remember dancing breaks. Break open the thought not lonely all movement. It grows a slow burn at its edges. The container reveals arrangement. When loves pokes out. Break open the warm mind not tea nor key nor teacup nor egg nor paper nor fuck nor cold. It is not cold. Pieces fall low and lay and look to lay the way that snow lays. Look to lay the way that snow lays. When water as strings as flat mats and as floors. When stark eye pokes out. Contain your recoil breaks open not wind all wet and becoming. When to leave. How to decide when to need. How to lay flat hot slabs that burn when you leave them alone. When thought when love pokes in. Break open the pyramid not reasons not sit, and not think nor slide in. When to press hands. When to press hands. When to. When to break books. When to move forehead against forehead. Not thinking. All breathing. All grateful. Sojourned.




I'm putting together a new live set in the upcoming few weeks and will begin performing again in Philadelphia. Updates of progress to come.