KORU

And the seasons course around

and uncover the tracks

A holy relic here

a discarded berry staring at a brown sky,

its back supine on a fence post.

Holiest sanctuary—

the posterior veins 

water washed the grey hills

the kind face of the mountain 

Consider

A jar filled with the curving koru shells,

how white and delicate.

How I mourned ways

the strange paths you took

and how I coursed through the fields 

all whiplash and sullen silence.

How sometimes the sunset emerges triumphant,

sometimes hesistant on the road back

when I am driving—

which I said I wouldn't.

I was emphatic

and the road coarsens and passes by,

the patience of this time.

The days of heaviness in the fields,

all around all day permanent weight,

your sullen summer,

I am considering haystacks

how the weight of them is a warning.

Without the rural idyll;

cast it off,

it has no need for you.

There I was—

temporarily Apollo.

On the quad bike aflame,

my bedsheets a trammel.

And falling everywhere,

my body darkened in the sun and hardened.

And the weight of the confusion

is the heaviest of sunsets.

Curving around

and placed into a jar.

C L O U D F I G U R E

Canova for sale;

of course,

someone needs her.

A need, a want.

An undulating, rippling pattern in the mackerel sky.

The bed of rocks, or is it a mattress propped up against a wall?

The delicacy of her hands, the way they catch the light.

The distant hills and morning clouds bathing the mountains,

and you are before the sun.

Before all morning,

you indistinct, the impression of you in

the new town.

I remember, and memory is the most important of my posessions,

that flat moonlight pouring in.

You close against the wind.

The premonition:

clouds providing such a warning,

and I searched for a cloud atlas

and found an flat green landscape.

It stretched out, the digital gradient of it.

And above,

the sky bled blue.

How to make

a cloud form

from rock.

F R A G M E N T S

Fragments, the brittle feeling of the summer ending

the fields all heavy and waiting

the caustic feeling of hay on skin

the last swim of the season

before autumn's hesitance. 

https://mountpleasant.bandcamp.com/album/fragments

 

N O C T U R N E S

 

Nostalgia being the preeminent mode and concerns about this notwithstanding, was concerned to see the archive slowly leaching away into digital ash. And this concern coalesced into a remaster of this album, with a few newer things on the album. It is mostly I believe crisper and have attempted to remove the morbid levels of bass in the recordings from 2008.  I hope you enjoy and you can download for free on the 12th of February, but not before. 

Track Listing

1. An International

2. Reverie Reverie

3. Lisa Stansfield

4. Mount Pleasure

5. He Treats Me Like a Slave

6. Prepared Piano

7. 5.40am

8. Like Birds

9. The Lustgarten

10. Her Nights

11. Saw You As Euripides

www.mountpleasantmusic.bandcamp.com