Daye 13 / Dream #17544

during dream #17544
you will meet up
with somebody
from your past
said my all-knowing innervoice
you’ll spend just
a few milliseconds together
before you emerge
back into the comeapart
yet everything will add up
like it’s an eternity
like it’s all part
of the greater whole
you see
you will have been reconnected
plugged back into the grid
twinned
quantum-hyperlinked
you share the same past
and the same present
but the future will be paused
waiting for either one of you to return
to pick up where you left off
and you can do this
at any time
and there will be no continuity errors
you won't know
where to find each other
but that won’t matter
because
the laws of attraction
will draw you
together all the same
gravity
will begin to act
upon you both
and the electromagnetic impulses
that ping about
inside your brains
will spill out
into the solid air
around you
and your atoms
will collide
and intermingle

when I told you that
the calender was due to stop
after the 22nd
I was a little muddled
I was just being spiteful
I was grieving
I was tired
I was lying
the calender will never stop
and neither will we
time ticks on endlessly
the universe goes on and on
like lightwaves that travel out
into the infinite void
like a ripple on a pond
like the warped space
behind the blue pig
where the yard goes on forever
so when you separate
at the conclusion of the dream
you shouldn't be surprised
when out of the blue
from a distance
she glances back
over her shoulder
and calls out
a reminder
to you

Daye 12 / Tales From The Blue Pig

you'll come upon the blue pig
quite unexpectedly
down one of those strange leafy little lanes
leading from larkhill to flowery field
it was established in the late sixties
by a commune of radical hippies
who called themselves the madhatters
and had previously lived
on a dilapidated farm
somewhere in dunham
they based the blue pig upon
a.c.c.’s accounts of the white hart
hoping it would
evolve into something similar
if you're familiar with those stories
then you’ll already know
that it’s no use me telling you
exactly where the blue pig is
because very few people
who set out
to get there
will ever actually arrive

so for your initial visit
a guide is essential
after that you'll probably
be all right if you are
good at psychgeography
or can rely on your intuition
or your luck
but to be honest
they don't need more clientele
at least not on a sunday evening
the place is already
dangerously overcrowded
all that I am allowed to say then
about its location
is that the whole building shudders occasionally
with the vibration of some low-flying craft
that nobody has ever seen
and that if you crane your neck far enough
out of the window of the attic room
you can just see
the lid of the dome chapel
and the valleys beyond

on the outside
the place looks small
but once you walk through the entrance
the rooms expand infinitely
and extraordinary things happen within
there was the time that under-leary
passing through on his
way to someplace or another
took a wrong turning into the yard
at the rear of the pub
and went missing for four days
before a six man search party
managed to rescue him
‘though they never could find
his dog sandy
which can still be heard
howling from the depths of the yard
on certain nights of the year
though if you look out back
you’ll not see it
another time
whilst delivering a course
in conjuring and techomancy
the notorious dr julian karswell (deceased)
held his monthly meeting
for november of that year
in one of the long dark gallerys
that run the length of the pub cellar
this particular meeting consisted
of a lecture supplemented by a series
of very realistic and terrifying magic-lantern slides
that scared most of the audience
nearly out of their wits
later that same night
one of karswells acolytes
accidently summoned
something that he shouldn’t have
in that same gallery
and the blue pig had to be
closed down for weeks
whilst the place was
thoroughly exorcised

the majority of the clientele
are regulars of many years standing
singers musicians writers
film-makers actors artists
scientists inventors doctors
or magicians
and not all of them are living
but as the blue pig
operates under a different set
of physical laws
to the rest of the universe
this is allowable

sunday evening
is when we get together
to give knowledge freely
and to receive the same back
or to tell tales
some of which do seem very tall
or to find our muse
subject of our next book
inspiration for a song lyric
missing line for a future script
leading lady for a latest production
maybe to hear music
from another time and space
or to be frightened out of our skins
by magus dee and crowley
or to work on banned and supressed technology
under the guiding hands
of reich and tesla
to search for the great works
of the past, present and future
in the endlessly-tiered libraries
that stretch up for miles
on the third floor
or to trudge the galleries down below
where can be found lost art treasures
future artifacts
and once
beneath that yard at the rear
even a lost continent
we learn about
the u.n.i.v.e.r.s.e.
and all that it is not
and all that it is
and how to put it to good use
and how it
has put us to good use

Daye 11 / Your August May Last Forever If You Cannot Autumn Your Mind

you know
your august may last forever
if you cannot autumn your mind
and I will not
autumn mine
no I will not
autumn mine
there’s a photograph of a child
standing in a field by a dark car
his aura is smeared
across his head
bright innocent and white
never lose your halo
to remind yourself that it’s still there
you touch the crown of your head
you know
your august may last forever
if you cannot autumn your mind

***

today the calender
is due to stop
there are no further dates
after the 22nd
last of the autumnul light
blazing in through the blinds
halfway down the stairs
interference pattern
radiates across
the white floorboards
voices
in the next room
to which there is no
noticeable entrance
or from behind walls
that sometimes are not solid
this is for you she sings
her voice goes over the fields towards manchester
the girl who once dreamed me into being
is beginning to dream me away
I plead with her
next time please dream me in colour
but she no longer responds to my voice
my eyes are beginning to fail
her dream is a dud
around a bend on the river
the lights come in
they will carry me off
to who knows where

Daye 10 / What Did You Expect To Find?

listen
crows are circling overhead
there’s an aircraft humming
far overhead
glistening
and I’m listening
to the buzzing of insects
when the sudden
green shimmer
of a blade of grass
causes me to remember
and I travel forward
twenty years

to the sun beating down
on the back of my neck
a watch is ticking against my ear
the hour has not yet arrived
but later that afternoon
we’ll take a last ride
through the sun-glow
sliver of moon meadows of flowery fields
and underneath your great shadowy hat
when I can no longer
see your eyes
the forecast begins

you’ll open the book on your knee
to read out a random line
but the glare of the pine forest
and the warm summer air
make you feel like there’s nothing to say

***

was in the studio
all last week
analysing the
peculiar birdsong
that we caught on tape
last year
when lucy and I
made a flying visit to
the country of lights
what we expected to find
I cannot tell you
but lucy made an
unexpected discovery
regarding the songs

after travelling
back to the capital city
a month ago
to make further recordings
of the birds
whilst they were in their natural habitat
lucy discovered
that they are intelligent
and have a natural language
with a hierarchical grammar
it appears that the birdsong
is not just song
but is song and narrative
with the help of some friendly natives
and her little black box
she managed to
translate some of it into english

since returning home
lucy has come down
with a dose of lightflu
a strange and moderately virulent
form of influenza
which seems to
have been activated
by the overwhelming
amount of sunlight
that floods that place
during daylight hours

back here in albion
the behaviour
of the lightflu virus
is in stark contrast
to all previous strains
of earthly influenza
and as no one knows yet
whether the virus
can be easily
transmitted or not
lucy has been in isolation

I have been working
on my own
feverishly trying to peice together
the song fragments
that lucy has translated
unfortunately
some of our original recordings
both those on tape
and digital media
have been partly erased
due to the high level of magnetic
interference from those same twin suns
that have caused lucy’s dose of lightflu

the translation seems to be
telling the history
of some long lost and
previously unknown civilisation
(many apologies for the missing lines)

“first came the frosts
and a few ruined crops
________________
___
mined all our ore
____ down to the core
________________________
___________
we’re starcrossed
all our knowledge is lost
___ novices
_______ academies
___________________
______________

_________________________
____________________________
________________________
____________
________________
took as we pleased
from the great overseas
and our _______
was some kind of god
now the insiders say
that he must be fey
he must begin to see
or he’s lost

here’s a little ________
gift from the kabbalists
____________________
_____________________________

___ples and domes
___ ten million homes
___________________
a thousand feet ___
____ drove back ____
__________________
_____ like it never
stood here at all”

Daye 9 / Psykick Hitman

cal was one of our casual friends
who claimed she had trained
under a former pupil of crowley's
to be a psykick hitman
back in the days before
most of us even new
what psykick meant
she had practised and practised
until she had awoken
the ability to destroy her enemies
with a single
concentrated thought

if cal didn't like the look of you
or if you said something outlandish to her
or something that she didn't like the sound of
you might be disappeared
to the airless plains of altair 4
or maybe wished away into a cornfield out in ohio
or somewhere
like something
straight out of
an episode
of the twilight zone

whenever we arrived anywhere
on an evening out
or a day trip
cal would always be there waiting for us
invite or no invite
always she would be wearing the same jacket
a tiny porcelain doll pinned onto the lapel
pink and blue feathers hanging from the sleeves
astrological symbols sewn into the lining

one evening
at a friends party
she was challenged
and got into a fight with some girl called patricia
who had tried to hit cal
right between the shoulder blades
with a hex on the sly
but patricia came off second best
and had to be taken home
said she could taste chemicals in her mouth
and became suddenly mute in the middle of a conversation
could see things creeping
along the edges of the room
in her peripheral vision
underneath the florid
yellow wallpaper

by 2am
she had a high fever
and a bell began to ring
in her head
odd sensations in the back of her throat
an urge to vomit
walls shimmered and breathed
inanimate objects moved
about in her room
leaving long luminous comets tails
in their wake
and the lights became rainbow-coloured
and developed strange aura's

the fever intensified
and everytime she closed her eyes
other eyes opened up
behind her eyelids
so she could still see the world outside
like ray milland in the man with the x-ray eyes
the universe beginning to fall apart
and endlessly reassembling itself
the fever continued
for fourteen more hours
until it hit another peak

the next day patricia was hospitalised
in the psychiatric unit at macc
somebody we know
visited her there
with bunches of flowers
and books to read
but she could no longer communicate
her eyes were misty
her voice was a whisper
her limbs were not her own
she fidgeted continually
developed colourblindness
and fuzzy vision

I never saw patricia again
after she was released
but I heard stories about her
how her life had fallen apart
catastrophically
how she was hopelessly promiscuous
and had an addiction to sex in dangerous situations
people treated her badly
mocking her attempts
at getting herself together
and calling her unflattering names
like lady greensleeves
because she always had
grass stains on her clothes

one night she tried to commit suicide by
jumping out of the third floor window
of the flat she shared with her mother
ended up with some broken bones
that the doctors
could never get to heal properly
made three more attempts on her life
over the next couple of years
until one day she finally succeeded
and was gone

cal was never the same girl
after her encounter with patricia
the hex that hit her
between the shoulder blades
must have taken its toll
on her psykick abilities
or else
like a bee which dies
minutes after using it's
barbed sting
cal had used her sting
against another psykick
and thus became incapable
of carrying out any further hits
so she went off
to find herself
in india or tibet
or someplace
occasionally one of us
receives a letter
that we know is from cal
but the postmark is
always smudged
or unintelligible
or water damaged
and her words
are written in a mixture of languages
that none of us can decipher

Daye 8 / Snags

''hello out there
I hope you know your relativity...''

a tiny piece
of space time
snags itself
on something hidden
and you and I
drift off on a
new world line

so
a minute ago
we won't even know

we're in a dip
it's just a glitch
sometimes physics
is a heartless bitch
and somebody you love
drifts off on a
new world line

***

she's afraid of fields and hedgerows
and winding lanes
that lead nowhere
she shakes and cries out
says she can't stand
that they all look the same
she dislikes the hills
that surround the village
she says they emphasize the valley
which is much deeper
than any valley ought to be
and she's fearful
of the night blue sky
because it stretches for eternity
and compels her
to consider things
that ought
not to be considered
clouds horrify her
if she looks up into them for too long
she can feel the weight
of the water hidden inside
and they begin to press themselves down on her
sometimes they cloak the whole sky
or blank out the light of the moon
but she needed to know
the secrets of the clouds
and twenty-five years of study
have taught her how and when they will burst
and why they look like they do
and what happens on the inside
but still
she will hide herself away at the first hint of rain
indoors or in a ditch
she refuses to feel
the rain on her face again
it reminds her too much of her childhood
which is all spent
and exists only in this timeline long past
or in a parallel universe
where it branched off years ago
after snagging a time loop

Daye 6 / The 23,000th

I was a physicist
and you were a butterfly
with wings like
a blue litmus blot
flutter in my ear
when you're no longer here
I remember each day
with a knot
that time was a tarot
it raced like an arrow
and took ten returns
to shake off
if it's downtime in babel
and you're just a fable
how will we ever know
if we're dreaming or not
I had my inner life
muted with ketamine
counting up the price
of my lust
numbing the pain
to feel again
the grind's designed
to fog your mind
so we will never know
if we're dreaming or not

***

I was six months old
when a woman
stopped my mother in the street
leaned into my pram
and touched my head
your boy has a beautiful golden aura
she smiled
and he has been here
many thousands of times before
he will be a musician
or a scientist
he may even be both
if he's especially blessed

my mother wept
because she could not accept
what the woman had told her
songs had no importance
in her life
and she considered all musicians
to be life's greatest fritterers
neither had she any use for science
to be a scientist is almost as useless
as being a musician
she'd tell me
shaking her head
and she would read aloud
some passage from a book
which she hoped might
vindicate her beliefs

Daye 5 / Der Maya Tapestrie

wake up o man
at least now
wake up
consider this whole creation
as a mere dream
this world
is like a flower in bloom
as you watch it
it wilts
right before your eyes
why are you
so attached to it?
~ Brahmananda

***

O majesty
neither the waking
nor the dream is real
only you
the you
that is beyond all

***

time slows
the lights flicker
harin puts her head upon my shoulder
eau de campagne
her strawberry aura
turning slowly white
telephone lights up
hear it ring
delicate fingers
calloused by guitar strings
flattened by piano keys
adorned by jewels and rings
turquoise scarlet
abalone gold
silver
she says we came from nowhere
and we're heading back there
i agree
happy in the knowledge
that we're off the graph
never been on the graph she says
years from now
we will laugh about all of this
she remembers to breathe
breathe slowly
breathes
telephone lights up
hear it ring
something i remember from my childhood
a place where i used to live
high in the bowdon hills
overlooking the green
one day when i was about ten years old
i looked out of a window on the top floor
through my fathers binoculars
saw an apparition
out in the fields near the priory
myself as an adult
derek e. and st. b
on a a sunny day in september
walking funny
funny strange
not funny ha ha
saw me watching them
aknowledged me with a wave
reached through the glasses at my eyes
had to put the binoculars down
and lock them away in that little wooden case
spoke to my grandmother
over the red telephone
she warned me off
using them again
told me that they were enchanted
made my father promise to lose them
or forget he ever had them
telephone lights up
hear it ring
let it ring

Daye 4 / Daydreaming On Foot

again
it's morning
there's something old
in the field
today
yeah
and it's making me feel
and I awake in the comeapart
and I am the hazy blue
the da da da of the light and the vine
and she says
"hey p.a.u.l. you are just high on time"

later
when we're both back in albion -
chimerical
a miracle of lights
of sleight of hand -
it occurs to me that she said ''don't expect''
and I didn't dare
taps her head
I bet it's summer in there
and she says
''hey p.a.u.l. we're off the map
and everything's in your lap''

and now once more
her summer morning body
is ruining me
until the film jams
runs slow
like it did
a lifetime ago
and you leave
because it's that time and you are that way
were never meant to stay
anyway
and I will wear away
piece by piece
until I'm only a memory
and my body is released
existing only in the wow and flutter
in the stutter
of this song

and slowly
we walk to that park where the city stretches upwards for a mile
but you never smile
and the words stick
things just don't click
thinking makes me sick
and the tick, tick, tick, tick
suddenly
it's past three
and the eventuality
is just me
is just me
it's just me

***

2am
the house is groaning in the night
and i'm gazing out through the window of float III
listening to light of daye
wound down
studio lights out
full moon illuminating me
empty streets below
someone flips the tape over
backwards guitar
played by aurora leigh
awakened from my reverie
and fall into a different kind of dream

where the river blin runs backward
strange birdsong
the like of which has never been heard
caught on tape for your future listening experience
hogweed a mile high
the sun and her sister sun rising in sapphire sky
like I told you earlier
there's something old in the field
so when we finally manage to reach the city
people speak a language unknown to us
"..ghgggsus osaooap daffahg illsausj oosahaoa..."
they stare as we pass by
walls are crooked
corners obtuse
window frames don't fit
skyscrapers sway in the breeze
like the tops of trees
which bend over almost-double in a storm
elevators that wind around and around
in peculiar spirals
I feel nauseous just looking at them
means of travel that none of us could ever comprehend
bump into mark e. smith under the ardwick bridge
tells us he's been there since the eighteen sixties
lends lucy his wings
so she can view the city proper
brix and I
watching her ascend into the low clouds
and then reappear
just above the beetham tower
she finally gets her little black box to work
discovers by thought-transference
that these people have
a series of 16680 pictographs
illustrating the different types and species of clouds
25773 words
whose nearest english equivalent would be 'goodbye'
29261 words
which describe the unusual skin pigmentations
that may occur during daylight hours
and two thousand and four names for their god
three hundred and three of these godnames are exclamations
which must be read aloud from the book of wisdom
some names contain
special characters which if written down
only become visible
when viewed under black light

Daye 3 / St. B

it had been
a beautiful green and grey
sunny day
and I was out walking alone

we'd decided that today
I must s.p.e.l.l. out the letters of his name
by my movements across the town
so I am three-quarters of a mile through the letter 't'
counting and dreaming my way along the enville road
close to the flat white stones
which had once been the dome
and remembering
that we used to meet out here
each evening
before travelling up into the city

when I was a boy
my grandmother warned me
that I am an attractor
and that I must
at all costs
avoid being caught in a storm
this afternoon
there is a storm in the air
it surely has reached down to brush itself against me
because a tingle of electricity
is travelling up to my shoulders
making the hairs on my arms
and on the back of my neck
suddenly stand on end

as I cross the next street
I notice a figure walking to meet me
and I know that walk
know that aura
yes, I know the aura before I even see the face
ha, he has come back
he has come back
and I know he is a ghost
because in the golden light
his skin is luminous and transparent
yes, I know he is a ghost
because as we make eye contact
his phantom eyes blink
the corner of his mouth twitches
he sniffs at the air
makes a joke about how I have outlived him

well I threw away my map then for the rest of the day
and we went for a drive out to ashley
along the hypnotic mazy  lanes
past little farmhouses and monstrous shuddering pylons
and through the once green meadows
that we expected to see
but could now only be imagined

once as we cross over the river b
I slip into forgetfullness
and happen to glance sideways at him
his image begins to flicker
as if this whole world is only a mirage
or a hologram
or as if I am watching a film that is running much too slowly
allowing me to see the dark bits between each frame
he notices this
mutters a curse
crosses himself

and after an hour or so
we stop the car
we get out
walk in silence for a while
the sky has become
black and immense
a huge thunderstorm is approaching
moving towards us speedily
every so often a bright fork of lightning
illuminates the space above the city in the distance

st. b gazes westwards
into the coming storm
and we take the winding overgrown path
towards a little wood
as we get closer
I notice hieroglyphics
carved or painted
onto each of the trees
chalk white or blood red
against the strange brown of the bark

there is a small lake
on the far side of the wood
I sit down at the reedy bank
gazing down at the sky
and my own iridescent reflection
gazing back up into another sky above me
all the while
st. b has continued walking
already halfway across the lake
looking intently into the storm clouds
which are now now directly overhead
he stops every so often
to make ripples in the water with his toes
a small fish rises to the surface
and briefly leaps right out of the lake
it's mouth opening and closing
has it's one mute bolt-from-the-blue revelation
before landing back into the disturbed waters
with a silent splash

there are faces
staring up at me
from beneath the surface of the lake
I look up
to see st. b beckoning me
to follow him across the water
but I cannot pull myself away
from the
staring faces under the water
cannot
bring myself to take that first step
lest I become one of them

st. b shakes his head
supresses a smirk
''come on'' he says, turning away
continues to walk across the lake
like he is just stepping through a puddle of water
''come with me'' he calls
I take a step forward into the water
only to sink up to my knees
I fall back into the reeds at the water's edge
he laughs
I look at him helplessly
''come with me'' he calls again
''I'm trying... but'' I say
''but the water is too deep..''
another step forward onto the lake
and I sink again up to my knees
I climb back out of the water
shaking my leg
a shrug of the shoulders
st. b smiles
''come with me'' he pleads
''I don't think I am able'' I reply

***

in the aftermath of ian c.
days weeks years
can't be sure
date-memory is long gone you see
st. b had just written pam anne
for bullet -
barely nineteen
he disappeared himself
into the next life
- more
frittering
front room of mex's house
curtains drawn
to keep out the swelter
nicky bonfire with stickers on his keys
blackened by turpentine
never could peel them back off again
mandy and sue
whispering and giggling
in the corner of the room
st. b and I
two mics
eye to eye
trading lines
two pairs of white ballet shoes
toe to toe
echobox mad with anticipation
words and strange music oozing out
from loudspeakers draped with paisley
splinter in my throbbing foot
from bare floorboards
begins it's journey upwards
in twenty years it will pierce my heart
and I will be changed forever
but for now
a shaft of sunlight streaks
through a crack in the door
into his eyes
into my memory
st. b
grins and nods in the direction
of the wolf girls
winks
and sings another chorus of ooohs

Daye 2 / Atlasta Hello

footsteps up and along the wooden hallway
half-opened windows
balmy august night
rustle of leaves in a breeze
children's laughter from downstairs
and across the street

lincoln scarlet lips
pale skin
fine red wine
overflowing from her glass
and against the console
across her dress
beep-beep-beep-beep-beep-beep

kristin gets so scared at the mic
a nebulous smile
an icelandic joke
komdu saell blessadur
daaa-da-da
daaa-da-da
dadadada
daaa-da-da
dadada
dadadada

377979, 392272
377730, 389450
378965, 388820
376248, 387065
377174, 390384
378855, 389153
379285, 388320
377145, 387620
378142, 387977
375945, 385792
386040, 377730
378033, 390146
386313, 396756
265274, 193269
379579, 389149
384656, 395099
375534, 395152
daaa-da-da
daaa-da-da
dadadada
beeeeeeeeeeeeeeep

Daye 1 / I Used To Think That When I Went To Sleep I Went Out Into The Universe...

did I dream that I fell through your skylight
well I must have landed right beside you
because here I am
and you drew me here
lean through your skylight
step off the ladder
fall into the stars

***

p's friend palli plays his v. old martin guitar
laye on southpole
hitch making it up as he goes along
whilst non-player rory (a friend of harin's)
removes a mass of wires and leads
wondering what the noises in the next room could be
he examines a circular hole in the wall
that leads from the temporary control room

and p worries endlessly about asbestos
airborne brick and plaster dust
dreaming and choking on harri and t.b.
lizcocteau and bigstar
meanwhile through a gap in the blinds
sunday eve dusk continues
on into darkness