THE GHOST REGION
Hello W W Wolf Pack I recently came across many books of prose, painting, photography and poetry, from the period after Lycanthropy when I was escaping between London and Gwithian, Cornwall to write what became my second album "wind in the wires". Currently the book is split in two parts, the first part is a collected edition of my unreleased poetry of that time and the second part is named "The Hurricane Watchtower" a collection of diary entries and selected memories of the Wind in the Wires period. The book is available on pre-order only and available here:
TheGhostRegion
and here is a first little excerpt....
THE CLOSING CLOUDS
Jacob woke before me.
The hailstorm alarm smashed military snare cross the corrugated roof, I walked from the bedroom across a carpet of hair leading to jacob shook up, clutching his grinning spindle legs, staring foetal out toward mexico, the old bomb test zone.
He asked me to walk early, and soon our thighs were silent smashed up along waist high dune grass, in dawn cacophony, the shout of the silence fists swinging in swoop from shore, framing the abseiling sun from that final shadowsea.
I studied lip speed as he ricocheted, as though an invisible withered hand was pressed unforgiving stretched cross the crown of his head, forcing his neck lean, but feet sturdy not succumb to sinking sand. No spine buckle. Straightening.
Looking for his ladder, a climb, a chance to break from those burden days, designed by others, ten miles before the crack of hope nor rung of clarity. xxx patrick wolf
(photograph : self portrait, Hayle Towans 2003)
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