Showing posts with label Black House/Black Castle Stone Mountain. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Black House/Black Castle Stone Mountain. Show all posts

Monday, August 12, 2013

THree divergent drafts of the poem Daughter, Anathema Blues

DIVERGING DAUGHTERS












Here are three divergent versions of the poem Daughter from Anathema Blues.  This is obvious mythos storytelling as I have no daughters in the biological sense. The father is a traveler from a night of a new moon.  The night of a new moon is the most shadowed heavy night.

 I recall the boat and water imagery sources from the pond at the Black House/Black Castle, Stone Mountain, Georgia from 2005-2008 autumns. 

THe unicorn image is all ambiguous sexual mythos.  The peacock imagery sources from the memories of seeing and photographing real live peacocks in a Louisville Kentucky Cemetery way back in 2003ish...? 

The language is flowery and exaggerated into fantastic stupidity.  Shape shifting into birds goes contra against the mythic crypto nonsense of the medieval unicorn. 

THe masculine rhinoceros feminized into the slinky feminine of the horse with a phallic horn. 

The natural runs contra and friction against the fantastical reaches/wretches of the unicorn.

The narrator drifting into sleep within the first two versions reveals a lack of imagination--a real lousy excuse for the fantastical to conveniently manifest.

I agree and disagree with all these comments.  This poem may not even make the bound version of the book.

ANy poem is my daughter, son or childhood.

The photographs source from the Proctor lost photograph archive.  I believe the girl is a great great Aunt who passed away unfortunately around the age of 11 or 12 years old.  The man in the fotograph is her father.  He was an officer in the Rome, Georgia Police Department.


My daughteR (Anathema Blues Draft II)


When I go to sleep. When I drift to sleep. ThaT weird TimE I must feel vital in LifE… My daughter shape shifts into a unicorn.  My beloved mutilates into a unicorn. 

My daughter is my wife.  My beloved mutilates and untwines into a peacock……into a screech owL.  

When I fall hard into my death bed, my daughter leaves our small old farmhouse through the backdoor and the back porch screen door slams and daughter walks into the rain

my daughter is the water, boat beating with rain----

Her spectacle Spectacular spector ravishing, her promenading toward us with pale face straining eyes, She was rising into slumber sexualizing the various chorusing morning choirs and the cry of warning and forget-me-not came into his filled with water and the directions that were futile---



My daughteR (ANathema Blues Draft III)


When I drift to sleep. ThaT only TimE I must feel vital in LifE… My daughter shape shifts into a unicorn.  My beloved mutilates into a unicorn.

My daughter is my wife.  My beloved mutilates and untwines into a peacock--

When I fall hard into my death bed, my daughter leaves our small old farmhouse through the backdoor and the back porch screen door slams and daughter walks into the milky rain

my daughter is the water, boat beating

I am the fishing boat full with rain and leaves.





DaughteR (Anathema Draft SIX)


My daughter shape shifts into a unicorn.  My beloved mutilates into a unicorn.  My daughter is my wife.  My beloved mutilates the un twining into a peacock

I recall a memory inside a Louisville, KentuckY graveyard--

When I fall hard into my death bed, my daughter leaves our small old farmhouse through the backdoor and the back porch screen door slams and daughter walks into the rain

My daughter is the water, boat beating

I am the fishing boat full-- with rain and autumn  bright crimson leaves

















Friday, July 12, 2013

Two yonder oLd albums and a unreleased ONe

I am finally posting about music.  HEre Below are descriptions of three PonY PayRoLL aLbums with their original artwork.  One was never released. Archiving is always a priority, yet archiving takes up alot of time.  I know it is late in the game to become a business man yet, one can find these three albums at http://ponypayrollbones1.bandcamp.com/.  I will never put these out as hard copies again.  None of any of those over forty cdr albums from the early days.  Here they are:

BLack BuLL is one of the latter day PonY cdr albums.  Some of this was recorded at Jacoby's former mansion somewhere in Gwinnett County, Georgia on broken tapes.  Alot of this was recorded in the dirt basement at the Jailhouse.  Most of this album is instrumental and unbalanced.  Alot of ghosts here.  Important Eagle Milton (Them Natives) collaborates on the ole slave song "Go Down, Ole Hannah"





BLacK BULL is around 2009ish with lots of troubled folk on it including Jacoby, Jake KooVa, ImportanT EagLe and ANdrew CocaiNe.  Alias's will remain such.  Songs and crediTs aRe as BeLow







ROanOke (beLow is the fifth PonY PayroLL Bones album.  Just Maximum Minimalism Guitar and Violin and amps at the black house way back in Stone Mountain, Georgia.



ONe COmposition is shattered into three fractures.  They explore the historical mystery of the lost colony Roanoke.

Over thirty something maybe more PonY Payroll Bones CdR aLbums were self released.  I hope to put them all up.  I hate cdr's and occasionally feel ashamed for making so much good music on such a horrific format as cdr.  The aesthetic grew as I scrawled the covers ALL INDIVIDUALLY WITH CRAYONS AND BLACK INK SCRAWLINGS....

I tacked on as a bonus an unreleased album from the same time period as Roanoke.  THe album is called Cow jumped over tha moon.  I was getting deep into Mother GOose at the time.  The dark mother goose.  dark meat of death.  Matt Goethe is also on these recordings.

I utilized three destroyed paintings to represent the unreleased Cow JumPed OveR tha MOON





GO TO http://ponypayrollbones1.bandcamp.com/