Tiller of the Ground

Rootless and recoiled from the grip of the soil I stand and watch the keeper of sheep pass by Eyes fixed on the highest hills Little time for acknowledgements and salutations A false horizon Leading his flock up to a higher education Indented trails with no intentions to follow I remain surfaced and content Learning my lessons from what has fallen around me Making meanings of abandoned meanderings Unearthing answers amongst the weeds Gravelling gospels between the dirt Kneeling on my hands and knees There are no falls to break I can only choose where my dreams and sorrows are sowed Upon where the heavy and hollow grounds chew and swallow Bury a heart in a hole Bathed in showers and awoken by sun light Distant from the cast of my shadow These thoughts will blossom and bloom into empty prophecies Mindful of the shepherd who wanders the open valleys I am the tiller of the ground amongst recycled ambitions I am Cain I am unable

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Working Alone Without Sunshine

A mix to celebrate getting to the halfway point of a free bus pass and a new release on Aphelion Editions. For best results listen whilst doing a mundane task at work like some data entry or filing. Preferably 45 minutes before home time.

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#collage

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(via https://open.spotify.com/album/2OfwkpVWw2CgXVxrb15CNx)

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Dreamers Awake Exhibition @ White Cube Gallery

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[02jul17] 248/365: new constellations from 

(phone, laser prints, charcoal, marker, collage)

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I drove up to the city at night and found the place where you grew up and then where you stayed and we walked around and stayed up late under city lights. I spent the night next to you in the place where you grew up, next to you, I miraculously woke up. In your parents' house, I lied in bed with you. I went back to feel alone there. I went back to wipe it clean. I took the lights and radio towers out of my dreams. We went all the way up to the small town where I'm from with foggy air and the wind and the mountain top. We clung to rocks and we looked off. You held my hand. You almost got to start feeling me. I finally felt like I was breathing free. Under swaying trees we fell asleep and we had the same dream. The stars were bright. We dream the same every night. On my island home I spent some time with you. I went back to feel alone there. I went back there by myself. I gave up on everything that we'd felt. We found a precious place in the sand right out in the wind and we lied under a blanket and heard the furious sound of roaring waves, the pounding surf, two bodies on the earth. It was intense just getting to be there next to you. You were trying to get me then, and I was happy to let you in. I went back and wished I hadn't. I went back and felt regret. I went to the beach and I just started west. Every night when the sun went down in the town where we lived the empty streets were lit up by reflected light from a distant sun bouncing off a glowing ball of rock. We just lied on the roof and watched the moon. The moon! The blue light of the moon. We didn't talk and silently we both felt powerful and, like the moon, my chest was full because we both knew we're just floating in space over molten rock and we felt safe and we discovered that our skin is soft. There's nothing left except certain death and that was comforting at night out under the moon. I went out last night to forget that. I went out and stared it down. But the moon just stared back at me and in its light I saw my two feet on the ground.

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Istanbul Modern

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Grouper Borusan Muziek Evi

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