When winds shift, weather report
Bethan’s living room, (55.8641258, -4.2884129) 6°C 14:26
This weather report is reporting now
Reporting live.
So a colossal of men & buildings
But women and images
Edie wants hands to make summat
With little metal men
Out of all the minute organs emerging
from the floor – like holes
intact steady flat bending
A large threatening rabbit whispers to his comrades –
He is calling things into being
He is calling us into existence
Summoning and spelling
Reporting now
Reporting loud
Repeating occurrences
This realising – I haven’t seen it like this before
Pulling from & pulling out of…
Barnaby and Edie are giggling
Mabel is pulling a line
*it is a hollow shape*
But the line emerges a trace
It is a creature
He has a wife and kids
To me over here upside down wrong direction, he is telling his wife he’s sorry for last night’s row
This is the first person I met over here
Garden of earthly delights unearthly unsolid
It is oceanic first
And became land later,
We’ll get to that.
Realming a garden
Foresting a garden
Gardens are wild beats – mass snares – habitual magic –
that with the right moments, conditions, recognition (or cognition)
can transport you otherwise
Otherwise: it is
Otherwise: it is always distant
Florence – I wonder if she brought Blake with her – is she looking for more fragments – hers are all used up
“Weatherman here:
I travelled today
But just let me tell you, it was not only my travelling and
this garden has not been stagnant for long”
in fact there is more travelling in this room here now, real.time as always
A story is coming imposing itself
It emerges before but it’ll be recounted in a second, I heard.
That’s a forecast, the wind tells me these things
The space is being prepared – for a landing
Landing!
Myth from India and myth from Ireland
Bethan tells us – sit down sit down settle now
Magic horses pissing and filling up the lake
Fish blew in land in 1800s
Storm Euan happenings again again
In Loch (Lough) Neagh Ney Nay – NEIGH!
Euan came back
These are stories they come again and again
Lay man Secular man
He lived in Aviemore
<As your weatherman, you can expect that I’ve been there and yes yes I have – it was cold, terrible conditions, lovely place.>
He saw a horse in a field and it glowed
The horse glowed
He saw magic
Magic horse, magic field, magic time, magic eyes ?
A landing of magic in Aviemore.
Back to neagh that wasn’t neagh that was neigh
Image can be story
In this one,
here, there are kings and sons
suns
and stuff
a pre-christian God…
Bethan doesn’t know how he offended a god but he did so
so the horses were killed
Magic well
Horse
Swell
The world overflowed
The world became Loch neigh
A daughter drowned, she was buried on the shore.
Another daughter became a mermaid and her dog an otter
She sang, her song reverberated through and a monk came, he heard it, I’m hearing it.
Neagh, neigh, magic horse,
NEIGH!
Magic tales:
Trails, pails, snails, Thales, whales, and Gaels.
Fish gales, marsh quails, inhale, exhale,
assail, unveil.
In this world, an overflowing –
Such worlds do overflow
Capstone atop wells, capstones sign to me.
Daphne and Apollo
Eochu and the Loch
They arise from the sun & dawn
Tea break. Weather report:
We’re dancing on the shore
We’re tracing moments of the tale
We’re landing in another realm,
Another time, another rhyme
Another world
Florence has a folk story from Wales
The story of Gelert the dog.
A prince & his dog
We’re telling stories now
They are like each other’s protectors
War breaks out, a baby needs protecting.
The prince told his dog his commands
Protect the baby
But he returns to his dog
Drenched in blood
Dead dog
Only it was soldiers that he killed, not the baby
Ancient time, ancient rhyme
A voice came down the chimney,
Telling a woman to eat her pets
So she does.
These are the winds telling me stories
Remains of stories
Memories of a storyteller.
Big eggs
The minutes matter
She gave birth because
She was cursed
She fucked a bull in a wooden bowl. Handmade
These stories make eyes flutter make symbols appear
-we can only guess how – we can only guess why.
What does Edie see
What does Lucy see
Lucy says she’s thinking about other things
Horses in my dreams
Like waves like the sea
They pull out of here
They pull, they are free
I have pulled my self clear
Pull stretch lands apart
Mabel has blue hands she’s been pulling
Wind pulls wind shifts
Slow horse
Pale horse
Horse aflight
Horse alight
It’s windy our here
It’s likely going to get cold tonight
Snow can be expected when you least expect it
Bethan played it for me
Horses in my dreams
Rivers out of river
Out of horses out of fish.
This horse – the horse created in dust – has been here for generations
They abit they’re galaxies
Stars and moons
That pull the sea, pull the ocean,
Make the tides
This horse tells me the weather. He is a source. He is how we forecast.
Pour water on your feet
Breathe out your mouth
Get out of breath
And you’ll be there too
Transportation portation
Portal cation
Instant morph shift
Create a bedland,
Emerge a bedland
These are instructions of the horse
We’ve been on land for a while now