Mount Eerie - instrumental
There is a huge sheet of ice where a waterfall has frozen in a bunch of different places making a glorious cascade. I stood under it imagining not being able to see the beauty in it, which is a position I often find myself in. I got into that character staring at the supernatural colors in the ice and the way it undulated and said ‘I don’t get it. What’s the big deal? Is this like one of those ‘Magic Eye’ things? I can’t do these! I just don’t get it.’ It’s amazing how the eye changes with the heart, and how unpredictable it is. I see through stuff all the time.
Phil Elverum, Dawn: Winter Journal
last one i swear. i’m just all about this book right now.
(via 29years)
Mount Eerie - The Places Lives
Mount Eerie – “To The Ground”
Mount Eerie - Wind Speaks
when wind speaks it says:
“I am the river.”
“I am the torrent of tearing flame.”
“I remove bodies.”
and “I hold void. I have no shape.”
and I heard this
standing on the street looking south to the hill
where clouds were rising
echoing my body, being emptied and filled
“wind’s poem by mount eerie”
recited by tongues made of wood
in no language
reverently misunderstood
by me, and then passed on in the dream world
deluded and proud, form greeting form
wind screaming
by mount erie, among the cliffs by the hillside, among the clouds that never lift
saying:
“I am the river.”
“I am the ocean of changing shape.”
“I bring bodies.”
and “in the void you heard my name
and you are like me.
you are nothing but a place
where dust is dancing.”
Mount Eerie, “Ancient Questions”, Daytrotter session
Thursday
(via widowinparadise)
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