The incantating Hill Of Dreams (Arthur Machen), in a 1920s edition with hand cut, and gold edged, pages. I like gold & silver edged pages as much as the next man.
Taylor's little blue bottle (supplied, I presume, by the mysterious country doctor, Dr Burrows) inspired wanderings first transforming his petty country town into an ancient meditteranean port, and then, in a hellishly wintry naptha and gas lit London, making fantastic the joining and interconnecting of suburb and the country: the last 20 or 30 pages of madness, suburban roads and houses twisting in and out, interrupted by and into lanes, farms, weird trees and hollows: for sure the stuff of Folk Suburb's more outlandish broken fields. And terrifying. And some of the finest writing of meadowsweet and footpaths.
Friday, 25 March 2011
Wednesday, 23 March 2011
Witches Music: Trembling Bells 'The Constant Pageant'
Nine o'clock & my child drinking her bedtime milk calls down "can you turn that down - its giving me the creeps. It's witches music."
This sound is awe making. Music of the dark country and low lanes.
I give this long player 10 out of 5: 'tis musick.
This sound is awe making. Music of the dark country and low lanes.
I give this long player 10 out of 5: 'tis musick.
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