Godspeed You! Black Emperor - ATP2010, Butlins Minehead
The throbbing drone of a 'nowhere to go' poem.
Cymbals shimmering…
a growing expectancy of abandon.
Disgruntled distortion; flashing, ephemeral, menacing madness; the elegiac strength of poetry's newfound power.
The luscious, disintegrating grain of film flickers hesitantly across their gloomy parchment faces.
The soothing banshee wail of violins whistles amongst the crumpled analogue voices of men who will not be heard again. Jersey men. Important men.
Surrendering, waiting for the chasm between soul and sound to be bridged, by music that is like food too hot to have taste.
No layer unfulfilled, no synapse untantalised. An assault on every piece of the humdrum soul that was mine moments ago. Two thousand heads bobbing, faces downturned, staring vacantly at the space where they used to be. The growling howls of these vagabonds still screaming at us,
"Don't give up, there's LIFE to fight for yet!"
A tremor rips through the aether!
The air is kindling!
And now it burns and shines!
The silence blows the hearth to stillness…
The energy retreats, but leaves a stinging heat.
I can feel it against my skin,
as our sulking masses leave,
and our lives begin again.
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