Golden Glimmers

1.
The first golden glimmers of the genre,
its central magic nothing but
a charity project for themselves.

2.
A man who ends up going to live
inside his own head
in an imagined city:

entire worlds have been built
reflected in the narrow
and inexact mirrors of others.

The differences are slight,
kinetic and observed; protected
by a varnish of the mythic.

3.
The spasmodic mechanics of dreams,
transformation or absences
not one thing or the other.

4.
Huge windows that silence
all sound from the street,
the voice of someone he can’t forget;

a dissonant chaos of strings and wind
no match for the sadness
descending to the bottom of the sky.

Shimmering dead star dust,
opposite sides of the room.
These lights will never go out.

5.
The head never stops moving,
lost in intelligence.
Such a simply gesture.

Accept the idea
of time gained and time lost,
of the time that passes,

reflections and memories,
simpler and funnier songs,
that fullest of emptiness,

6.
I’m lying to myself
in order to fool all of you,
but of course it’d be a lie.

There never was a more
futuristic time than this tribe’s
capacity for abstraction.

Rupert M. Loydell, 2018

Remixed work:

The Invented Part, by Rodrigo Fresán

Lost Shadows

A journey begins with its own disappearance:
time plays out its imperceptible decay,
shrinking and shaping a narrative.

I was middle-aged and jaded,
had no evolutionary theory,
might be another version of myself,

caught in the extreme of difference,
connections that reproduce themselves
in a metaphysical world.

Confronted by agents of change,
I feel the swarming complexity of sound.
Everything is apparition now,

a negotiable map of many dimensions
and things that are going to happen,
bad dreams of the future.

Rupert M Loydell, 2018

Remixed work:

CD booklet for Lost Shadows, by David Toop