Tag Archives: Murdo Eason

Two Hours in the Lang Toun

Two hours. I have just dropped off a bunch of excited teenagers at Kirkcaldy Ice Rink (now rebadged as Fife Ice Arena) for the afternoon skating session. With too little time to return home and do anything meaningful, it seems like … Continue reading

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Spaces of Silence

1876 ≈ Out of the silence of centuries, discrete words will, one day, surface for us … Edmond Jabès     text without words     unheard conversation     solitaire (listening to the light)     setting sun reflects … Continue reading

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Through the White World

Island of residual ≈ It was only for a few days. The immediate sensory world became a continuum of white and grey. A familiar world made strange.  Almost all colour, leached from the field of vision and imagination. White Grey … Continue reading

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Lost Coordinates II

  Lost coordinates: Where untold stories         bleed into images            beyond words   Where unheard sounds of the spectral field           become entangled   ≈≈≈ Now playing: Jim O’Rourke – Disengage

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A Familiar World Made Strange

All tracks,  footprints, paths were gone. Buried. He had pitched a tent on arriving: how come it had not blown off? From inside, he watched the complex improvisations of the wind. He heard how it suddenly laughed with the sand, … Continue reading

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We Can Only Be Onlookers

. The call precedes the chorus of arrival A delphian chant from an ancient score   We can only be onlookers   Line of the long low swoop   Ascending   over the Forth   Carried   on song   … Continue reading

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Impossible Textures of the Sea / Light Fizzles

On the last day of 2017, the impossible textures of the sea . . A full moon emerges rises, observes . . Constant flux underfoot, new paths .   Sustaining coastal energies, wind, sea spray changing colours of the tide     Cloud and … Continue reading

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