collapse by beholding

recommended listening, outside, 3am, lie on the ground, stare at the full moon, half awake half dreaming, moon coming closer getting larger, fall asleep or go inside

recorded over the course of two or three years rewriting and obsessing and rerecording everything many times on a bunch of dictaphones, mainly two sony TCM200dv's, a panasonic rn-302 and an optimus micro-cassette recorder (both broken now) and a sanyo micro-cassette recorder (not broken yet).
everything else recorded to my computer or to an old AKAI GX365d reel to reel, all the collage stuff was made on there as well.

some inspiration:

the way we move into a dream we won’t ever remember,
statues will now move into wars for a career of fire.
 
what lights up the buildings? my being turned away! o, the injustice
as I step through a hoop of tears, all I can bare of fire.

[…]

i could not improve my skill to get ahead of storms though 
i too enrolled in Doomsday to be a courier of fire.
-agha shahid ali, from “of fire and ghazals”

For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride,
In her sepulchre there by the sea—
In her tomb by the sounding sea.
-edgar allen poe, from “annabel lee”

love, love, until the night collapses
- pablo neruda, from "the heights of macchu picchu"

creatures lifted up into houses

on Secwepemcúl'ecw land