Nascent Stone the latest soundscape in the Ambient Year series
It can take time for wide ranging thoughts to come together. Once upon a time dust began to gather and somehow worlds began. Expecting imperfection can be a barrier to completion, deterring what comes of chance in the first place.
'Nascent' Stone travels from bird song - the dawn chorus at Janet's farm - into a gathering of music both alien and soulful to human senses. From there, small motes and dust are drawn up from their drift into this soundboard's nooks and crannies, splashing into the pools of emerging atmosphere where sound slowly begins to travel and eventually arrive.
Emily Dickinson once gathered grains together in a similar way:
"Behind Me - dips Eternity-
Before Me - Immortality -
Myself - the Term between -"
Nascent Stone is the form of something taking shape, whispers, conjectures, echoes and vibrations - binding, molding, continually casting into and casting off from the impetus of sound.
what's more? - beyond the whispering noise - a poem:
Nascent Stone
how it held place to place
how wind wanted it moved
rustle wisp sweep
circles of wings
fed
scampering outlines scepters of single thoughts
washing plains devouring the sight breath
in the nearest grains we gathered
tempting old dawns
their sour flesh nervously pale
scrounging height and gravity
baking us in the one and two
harbors of resistant flags
oh wind scaling death and memory
extracting one from the crowded gunnels
top deck laden skins of ballasting chains
below my wind and stepping cracks
wash
these fingering lip worn sounds
break fast with anchoring temptations
gorge on avalanche and worn smooth luck
hours near on the separate breeze
be a bent bough's perching bird
"Nascent Stone" is broadcast on Source FM at 22:00hr BST on Wednesday night - or you can listen to this and other episodes in the Ambient Year series of compositions on Bandcamp at macdunlop.bandcamp.com
to hear an interview by Simon Neild with Mac Dunlop about the Ambient Year follow this link
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