Alexander Gregory Kent - Teaches Dust to Reason
Alexander Gregory Kent of the now defunct Sprain and current member of Shearling and Big Brown Cow has unleashed the two-part minds-eye melter in Teaches Dust to Reason. Sometimes unsettling and sometimes soothing; sometimes it's hard to distinguish which is which; sometimes they exist hand-in-hand.
Levitating. Leaving ground. Wide eyed and tired. A rush of blood. Leaving the brain. Dry thumps of a weak heart. Two shallow pumps of air. Numb fingers. Empty bellies. Tainted tongues. Butterflies. Rays of light through the trees. Light on the skin. No better. The faintest scent of smoke and dead bodies floats on the breeze; lingers beneath the nose; reminders of the end. Downstream, the haze is pierced by shrieks of silence. A canoe, three feet long and coffin shaped, slowly ebbs upstream. No passenger on board. Against the grain; against any discernible pattern. Rain falls upwards back from whence it came. Back to the source. Pre-itself. Before now but not the 'past' per se. The guttural clench of wind chimes, but no wind. Something's wrong. Was it ever right? Alarm bells. Itchy skin. Tingly is a word too closely associated with pleasure. Switched on to a threat. Hump-backed like a cat on the backfoot. Watching the world go by. Perceiving it's underlying anguish, the tangible grief of every second. The burden of open eyes. Ears which hear what's not said. Hands which touch what's not there. Uncertain of its purpose, a noose sways with no neck to squeeze. The search for strange fruit never ends.
This land is unforgiving.
