gone to stone
"I came out of Wall. Perhaps off it. I don't know. It may have been any wall." Andrew Garton
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I turn slowly to face my new world, to accept my new world and find I'm surrounded by the faces... They all see me now. I press my back into the Wall. I feel it give way to me. I press myself to it. It makes to break so I raise my arms to take its weight. The Wall drops to my shoulders. My muscles strain. I will not be crushed.
I look out from under my burden at the faces to find they've been replaced by another party of faces, then another, and another and so it goes...
I take the weight knowing now we have all gone back to stone!
( Entire text at Gone to Stone )
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Composed in Prague, 1994, performed by Fierce Throat screaming choir,
Melbourne.
Photo: Sunday 27 Feb 2006, Bayside, Melbourne.
Notes: This piece has returned to me in recent days... fragments from it weave through my thoughts and my earnest correspondence... Dug it out and had to make something of it again. It was such a strong piece to perform, text and voices crass-thatched, parts in German and harmonies backwards against the forward spoken word score.
It was first performed in late 1994 at "Where Are The Silences", an evening of spoken word held at a sculpture gallery in Melbourne and organised by a Persian Poet, who requests to remain nameless, and myself.
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_BlackCrow (76 months ago | reply)
GASP!
baykus (76 months ago | reply)
a lot to say about the words and image... i cannot fit all of them here without my eyes. yes, i am amazed by the image and words. best of all!
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Garton (76 months ago | reply)
there is much inside my head and so much more at the lip of my eyes... some things i cannot let go of... others must fly, their wings unfurl and mine too, the sun guiding them to new lands and some familier...
ancient1 (76 months ago | reply)
i had a thing the other evening where i felt like i had a stone wall around me and the tears of my heart were eroding it like rain as it crumbled..these walls live in parched memory and crack even in the most open spaces...love bec
Garton (76 months ago | reply)
bec... bec... byron bec? who would have a name like "ancient1" if not bec? and text crumbling heart if not bec...
ancient1 (76 months ago | reply)
yes,ancient1 as in 41 :) you have a beautiful site and photography... your piece from prague is potent... i had a sensation there was stone wall around me and the tears from my heart were eroding it like a small waterfall on rock.. . i guess we all live in exile from places, people and times.. blessings from a soul group survivor..
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