Thursday, May 28, 2015

KBYD May 28, 2015


Soy Dios - Dead Sea Apes
Culebro - Jungle Fire
When Someone's Love Is Real - Orgone
Giraffe Crack - Clutchy Hopkins
Karma Trip - The Orielles
J.L.P. - You're Smiling Now But We'll All Turn Into Demons
Make No Sound - Gomez
Lose Myself - Swimmers
All In All - Silverclub
The Idiot's Guide to Karma - The Girobabies
Ronettes - The Black Angels
Fallen Flower - Buzz Kull
Animal - Claws & Organs
Doldrums - Fungi Girls
Thin Man - The Electric Cheese
Narwal - The Blakes
New Wave - Kittentank


The Tollund Man
by Seamus Heaney


Some day I will go to Aarhus
To see his peat-brown head,
The mild pods of his eye-lids,
His pointed skin cap.

In the flat country near by
Where they dug him out,
His last gruel of winter seeds
Caked in his stomach,

Naked except for
The cap, noose and girdle,
I will stand a long time.
Bridegroom to the goddess,

She tightened her torc on him
And opened her fen,
Those dark juices working
Him to a saint's kept body,

Trove of the turfcutters'
Honeycombed workings.
Now his stained face
Reposes at Aarhus.


I could risk blasphemy,
Consecrate the cauldron bog
Our holy ground and pray
Him to make germinate

The scattered, ambushed
Flesh of labourers,
Stockinged corpses
Laid out in the farmyards,

Tell-tale skin and teeth
Flecking the sleepers
Of four young brothers, trailed
For miles along the lines.


Something of his sad freedom
As he rode the tumbril
Should come to me, driving,
Saying the names

Tollund, Grauballe, Nebelgard,

Watching the pointing hands
Of country people,
Not knowing their tongue.

Out here in Jutland
In the old man-killing parishes
I will feel lost,
Unhappy and at home.

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