by A. Lyre
I was living alone. There was nowhere to go and no one to talk to. I saw portents, made divinations, left my body, never quite returned. The songs come out of that winter. There are two themes: labour and desire. What else is there? Nothing, that’s what. Two extracts: #001 “Hewn”; #002 “All what can”. Composed October-December 2020; sung, recorded June 2021.
Something Other 