Thursday, September 13, 2012

KBYD September 13, 2012

Our North is Rising - The Black Paths
In Retrospect - Battleships
You Don't Need A Messenger - Seahawk
Wandering Star - The Laurels
Bobby Peru - negratempo
Apollo Throwdown - The Go! Team
Lady Day & John Coltraine - Gil Scott Heron
Undegpump - Y Niwl
Patterns - Terrible Truths
Prison of Love - De Staat
Brother Moon - Blind Atlas
The Ballad of Ronnie Buttons - Lionize
That's A Damn Fine Cliché - Sugar Army
Rubbing Your Gums - Drunk Mums
It Never Happens Like It Does On the Telly - Spasms
Bob 'N' Weave - The Joint
Bounce Ball - Otha Turner
The Deed - Honeyfeet


Spelt from Sibyl’s Leaves
by Gerard Manley Hopkins

Earnest, earthless, equal, attuneable, ' vaulty, voluminous, . . . stupendous
Evening strains to be time’s vást, ' womb-of-all, home-of-all, hearse-of-all night.
Her fond yellow hornlight wound to the west, ' her wild hollow hoarlight hung to the height
Waste; her earliest stars, earl-stars, ' stárs principal, overbend us,
Fíre-féaturing heaven. For earth ' her being has unbound, her dapple is at an end, as-
tray or aswarm, all throughther, in throngs; ' self ín self steepèd and páshed – quite
Disremembering, dísmémbering, ' áll now. Heart, you round me right
With: Óur évening is over us; óur night ' whélms, whélms, ánd will end us.
Only the beak-leaved boughs dragonish ' damask the tool-smooth bleak light; black,
Ever so black on it. Óur tale, O óur oracle! ' Lét life, wáned, ah lét life wind
Off hér once skéined stained véined varíety ' upon áll on twó spools; párt, pen, páck
Now her áll in twó flocks, twó folds – black, white; ' right, wrong; reckon but, reck but, mind
But thése two; wáre of a wórld where bút these ' twó tell, each off the óther; of a rack
Where, selfwrung, selfstrung, sheathe- and shelterless, ' thóughts agaínst thoughts ín groans grínd.

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