AMaj9/E tuning

(or – where would I be without my phone?)

“PHONE – A speech segment that possesses distinct physical or perceptual properties, considered as a physical event without regard to its place in the phonology of a language.”

late night google map searches transmute the dreamscape…faint memories of squeezing skin to emulate moisture …

an edge enclosed within a body of a city…undeveloped waste grounds…haunted demolitions and rearranging names….fence barrier enclosures…the nothing of urban reclamation…the subtle network of old piping whistles beneath the topsoil…a lone electric junction box left alone to guard the nothingness…exposed in the scrub frame..emanating presence…the landscape as self-portrait…telling…tolling networks…the significance is not just in imagery…it is in displaced thought pockets…reverse parked situations…scratch deep to find anything real…embedded, encoded … weeds take hold and mulch this windswept flatland…harbingers…reconnaissance flights…sporing…hitching their way in on tyre tracks and treaded shoe…imported rubber…global occult transactions…strange currencies…

emanating tree rings pulse out from the dormant shed…damp and mould codes…tipping points…location sirens for transition gates…

seek it out…some reaction…some blow-back…an old mansion…dilapidated…an aftermath of something…feedback…did we take something and change? the old building outstanding at the dead end of a new build cul-de-sac…

i found a way in…and what I entered, entered me in a reciprocal enfolding….crushed messages, notes and lists…on his knees, praying to the concrete…station to station…you host this half-state…transition gate…back burner…scratch card…

how to give up the lost, the elusive, down drain holes and into fetid pools of decomposition…the more I see you…you left your wake….the turned-out pocket…now we all carry empty bags…picking up and receiving…out back with the bins, we check our possibilities and positions…kerb shrub for pissing on…

the hail of dry dust scraping the skin in the barren landscape…chafing materials blowing back into the interface…changing statements…the particles of other dreams, on other days, breakthrough and collude with these psychic note-takings…the pieces embed in structures and bodies…realigning forces…traces in the tissue memory…live sculpture from the sandblast…the phone vibrates in the pockets of air…long lost alerts and updates from a former life…

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