Spectral Dreams of the City Stones

 A dream in masonry and living rock

Robert Louis Stevenson

the habit of dreaming and the ability to dream are primordial

Fernando Pessoa

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adrift

casting a line

to pull down

the stars

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at the threshold

of hearing, sounds

of the city, stored

in the stones

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thought bubble

of the white dove

 

fractured figments

of translation – PA?

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dazzle me

with dreams

of a kinder

kind of blue

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even electrons

get lost

in the forest

    (scratch)    —–>

this way

 

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From a walk through the New Town of Edinburgh on 14th January 2017.

(Edinburgh’s) buildings are dominated by locally quarried sandstone so that the stone-built heritage literally grows out of the bedrock foundations of the city. (McMillan and Hyslop, The City of Edinburgh: Landscape and Stone, 2008).

Now playing: Morton Feldman – Triadic Memories (Steffen Schleiermacher).

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A short history of …

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A short history of breathing

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A short history of writing

(scratch wall)

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A short history of building

stone

brick

mortar (concrete)

iron

glass

plastic

Now playing: Claire M Singer – Solas

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Last Setting of the Light – 2016

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Last setting of the light – 2016

Leaves will return

(Saw a kingfisher today, for only the second time, so 2016 has largely redeemed itself).

Best wishes to all in 2017 and thanks for the support, collaboration, discussion and walking. More to come …

Now playing: Anna Thorvaldsdottir – In the Light of Air, performed by the International Contemporary Ensemble (ICE).

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Following Ben Jonson: From Culross to Dunfermline

To begin the journey, we congregate almost four hundred years after Jonson. In front of the Palace walls, a set of variations in muted ochre, the orange pantile roof catches weak strands of sunlight on this September morning …

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Tales for Travellers and Travellers Tales … walking in the footsteps of Ben Jonson

It was a delight to be part of this wonderful project where we took Ben Jonson out for a walk in September.

Rebecca Crowther has documented the activities of all who took part in a new website which records our nine mile social walk from Culross to Dunfermline. Here you’ll find some background to the project, photographs, a short video, sound recordings of our interactive stops along the way and our own contribution from Murdo Eason.

Some extracts below:

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In a quiet place

I watch the sky

fall to earth.

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A few leaves

cast adrift, circle

as clouds and trees

slip silently below

the skin of water

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The sock & coulter symbol of the plough. A farmer’s life, turning soil, slowly returning to the land

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You can find it all here:

Tales for Travellers and Travellers Tales … walking in the footsteps of Ben Jonson

 

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Slow Time – Assorted Ragpickings and Footfalls

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Conflux of cobbles

Walking against

Autumn’s wake

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Deep           Time

Shore           Line

F r e s c o

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a scattering of jewels

criss-cross streams

of early morning light

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drifting

at the edges

meaning, slipping

away

from the words

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Godot Tree

Waiting

For leaves

To fall

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Autumn morning / City pastoral

(King’s Stables Road, Edinburgh. Horse and cattle markets were held weekly in this road from 1477 until 1911)

 

cobbles

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Underfoot

the spaces in between

One cracked cobble

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“Several whales have come in upon this coast

Anno 1652, one, eighty feet in length”

Moby Dick (Supplied by a Sub-Sub-Librarian) – on the Fife coast.

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No still life:

Foraging wasps, drunk

on autumnal colour

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Always good to head for a higher perspective. On the way, counsel from the elephant wood shaman.

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Towards the brow of the hill:

a wind blown tree;

an apparition,

forming in the sky

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Always the tracks

of footfall

beyond the now

of time

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Frost already underfoot/ A smothering of darkness/ Celestial lights & the eerie glow of the petrochemical plant/ A heron stalks the shadows

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Now Playing: Robin Hayward – Stop Time (favourite piece of music of the year).

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Time of the Vanishing ( )

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That time of day in December when the last flicker of light gives way to shadow and smothering darkness

The sea a dark mirror, pulling down the sky

 

Time of the Vanishing (          )

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Time of retreat

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From the shore at Limekilns, 3rd December 2016, around 16.50.

Now playing: Loren Connors – Blues: The Dark Paintings of Mark Rothko 

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Language of Objects I-V

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I whisper in colours

of time and space

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II

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Don’t you think I feel these scars,

the tightening noose of ivy?

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III

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No sun ever

shines here

yet my soaked skin

feeds green shoots

dusted with gold

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IV

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I know that you’re wondering why my metal door is padlocked and sealed with concrete. That you’re thinking: who would build a structure like this? right here, not on any track or footpath. Why and for what purpose? Do you think the coastal location offers up any clue? Well I’m not going to tell. Just clock me up as another mystery of the Fife hinterland. I’m silent. You can just imagine what lies within.

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Take a sheet of A4 and with a few folds you can make a paper plane. A gentle throw and off it flies. Simple as that. There was a paper mill on this land for nearly one hundred years. It was demolished and disappeared. Simple as that. Not sure why I was left behind, lying out amongst the elements like this. It’s mostly quiet now. The occasional birdsong and ambient sounds. I like to listen to the percussion of the falling rain and the whistling wind as it scoots in from the Forth. When the temperature falls, I feel my skin tighten and the frost icing over the gathered pools. Weather and time, time and weather, writing my skin in elemental alchemy.

Now playing: Sarah Davachi – ‘Flowers and Other Voiceless Things’ from Qualities of Bodies Permanent

I – Old agricultural building, Istria, Croatia

II – Entrance to the site of Caldwell’s demolished paper mill, Inverkeithing.

III – North facing railway bridge, Dunfermline

IV – On the coast between Charlestown and Crombie Point

V – On the site of the Caldwell’s demolished paper mill, Inverkeithing.

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