DID THE SUN DO IT’S DANCE?:
Did the sun do it’s dance today or was it dimmer than the bulbs
that burned my skin by increments as I hunched towards the screen
making jerky little mouse clicks, cutting sound into chunks,
turning them into colours. The phone made interference fuzztones
down the mic so I threw it out the room, careful to ensure it
landed softly – my animal, my familiar, my shadow.
Perhaps it was it’s flight or maybe it suspected I needed air,
that provoked it to refuse to work indoors, inducing me instead
to take it outside in the rain where it eventually agreed to find
a signal. I heard voices wrapped in birdsong & the snap of twigs
under mammals foot calling me to make structures & get physical
with scribbled forms in the wet grass, capturing in photographs
the memory of their ever having lived.
Back in the studio, watch the sky turn ultramarine & trees turn
flat & blue like black as rhythms turn into chocolate, dancing.
(K)
Karl Hyde 
Hey Karl – love the new album. I’m a filmmaker from Essex and have now shot a couple of films set in the Edgelands by the A13 – https://vimeo.com/modernmovingimage.
Password is mdrn0912 if you want to take a look. Chris
GET PHYSICAL with scribbled forms in the wet grass…
I know this is totally cheesy, but this reminded me of an old song…