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MOTIF by Graham Burchell
Three notes I allowed aloud to sum the August beachiness of herring gull railway pigeon otherwise birdless
fishless conjoin - rust cliff and water world beneath reflected sky;
that order/disorder/chaos of iron colony salinity in all its erosive pungency.
Which instrument to choose bowed blown plucked or shell-smash hammered?
One two or three? which pitch above or below the shoreline of middle C¿
What time-line to let it linger/ sound? How hushed or loud?
(One) Deep deep dotted quaver Bflat bassooned like a train a cliff reverb
a call beneath the bay in mezzo forte average I believe for the time of year.
(Two) Higher - filled with summer hope a dotted crotchet F to fur the shallows
prick the beach dog ears ring calcite crusted pipe and sandstone blunts submerged.
(Three) Then higher still to haunt: An A flat dotted minim lashed to dotted crotchet reaching
reaching under cloud-stretch to fill kid’s shadowed sand holes and sad hearts wanting.
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