Requiem for an Unknown Event

Found object, St Stephen Street, Edinburgh.

Now Playing: Lawrence English/Thor Harris Requiem for a Reaper / Pillar of Cloud’ from Cruel Optimism.

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Sound of the Moon

 

sound of the moon

silent water

 

Firth of Forth 31.08.17.

Now playing: Christina Vantzou – ‘Moon Drone’ from No. 3

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New Publication: Language of Objects

We are very pleased to announce the publication of Language of Objects, a collaboration between Murdo Eason of the Fife Psychogeographical Collective and Brian Lavelle, sound artist and the Edinburgh Drift project.

Language of Objects is a 58 page book in full colour inside and out, accompanied by a glass mastered CD with a separate download code. Text and images are by Murdo, sound by Brian and the cover design is by Vincent Pacheco. The CD contains a new 28 minute composition—Sullen Charybdis, the Blue of Scarabs—which is Brian’s response to the book’s contents.

Language of Objects is published by Blind Roads Press, a new collaborative imprint that Brian and Murdo have set up.

Some technical details:
Paperback, 58pp, full colour, 148 x 210mm, perfect bound
300gsm cover, 120gsm interior
Glass mastered CD
Edition of 100 copies
ISBN 978-1-9997718-0-5

Available now for £10.99 plus postage from this link

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The Unseelie Court – Summerhall, Edinburgh

Murdo Eason will be taking part in ‘The Unseelie Court’ on Saturday 21st October at Summerhall in Edinburgh.  A day of discussion, film and a night of music, put together by the good people of Folk Horror Revival, who have previously brought their take on the folk horror phenomenon to Cambridge University and The British Museum.

More details on the full line up can be found on the Folk Horror Revival website and tickets can be purchased from Summerhall.

Murdo Eason will be delivering a talk, Embedded in the Landscape: Psychogeography, Folk Horror and the Everyday.

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At the Heron House

It is a place within easy walking distance from the front door and yet it is unlikely that anyone would stumble across it. It is not on any well-trodden path. However, nor could it be described as a remote location as would be evident if you managed to locate the area on a map. It is almost as if it has slipped through a crack in time and topographic space.

There are certain landscapes where the walker quickly becomes self-conscious that they are an intruder. Where every footfall announces to the non-human world that there is a potential threat moving in the landscape. A cracked twig underfoot that  ricochets through the calm stillness, creating unseen rustlings of unease and the nervous flexing of wings. No matter how quiet you may whisper there is a strong feeling that you are being closely observed and monitored by unseen eyes. It is you who is perceived as the danger in this quiet world.

For convenience we will refer to this place as the Heron House on account of the siege of herons that appear to have colonised this world. It is not unusual to see upwards of ten of them roosting in the trees that surround this body of water or swirling silently overhead. As if each wing movement slows down time incrementally, evoking a sky filled gathering of ancient pterodactyl. Until we discovered this place, we had always associated herons as zen-like, solitary stalkers of the shoreline, so it was a surprise to see so many of them in the high branches of this wooded setting. Their presence transforming this place into something that feels forgotten and ancient. Almost a ‘Land that Time Forgot’.

This feeling of being steeped in accretions of time is heightened by diverse morphologies of lichen on many trees.

It is easy to lose yourself in the afternoon colours and textures of stillness.

Bizarrely, we come across a huddle of Giant Redwood trees, having no idea of how or why they are growing here in Fife. We stop to feel the aged textures of the deceptively soft bark which looks more like dripping lava

… and in contrast, ephemeral cascades of snowdrops flower close-by exotic looking fungi which resemble some imaginary, animated wood spirits from a Miyazaki film. Organic antenna, as if alert, listening, sensing …

This uncanny world is further transformed by the still body of water which creates a mirror world with only a thin liquid membrane appearing to prevent both of these worlds from collapsing into each other. Herons soar in the sky and amongst the watery depths.

The Heron House is not a place to outstay your welcome. We are the strangers and eavesdroppers here and can sense that our presence has disturbed some fragile equilibrium.

We return to pass through an opening in stone, sodden and marbled by weather and the colours of time.

Within minutes of walking we begin to hear familiar sounds start to puncture the stillness that we still carry.

The distant hum of traffic, a tractor turning over fresh clods of earth in a field. Tending the ground, ready for a new planting, a new cycle.

Coda:

As long as the earth keeps turning

≈≈≈

Now playing: Heitor Alvelos – ‘The Other’ from Faith

Thanks to @EdinDrift for joining us on this journey. February 2017.

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On the Other Side of the Castle

Youtz / twilight / twig / antenna

On the other side of the castle

Argyle House, Edinburgh

Oblique rain

fall     in the glitch

land   (e)scape(s)

Now playing: The Bug vs Earth – ‘Other Side of the World’ from Concrete Desert.

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Call and Response

the mist

the call

the fall

the mist …

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Later

(with headphones)

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The missed      call

The Fall

the mist …

(Blindness, Peel Session)

 

Twa Ools / Trees

Call of the rain-smeared cobbles

(Rose Lane)

Nocturne

St Andrews, March 2017

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