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Soundscapes Over Landscapes - THE REDNECK MANIFESTO by Dublin Guitar Quartet

Poetry is haunted by the music it has left behind. Song leads us home to where we have not been...Is G-minor, in the western scale, intrinsically triste or does its desolation stem from its use?...Language will conserve, with uncanny tenacity, names of trees, of fauna, from lands they have long abandoned. They preserve configurations of mores and institutions long past and almost indecipherable to the present. The muted ritual is now eroded, but was once pivotal...
---from George Steiner, Errata.

the way of the future, the way back? these images reminded you of a scene from 'beneath the planet of the apes' but also, when you look at the other ones of books left unread on the shelves, of things utterly useless at resisting the forces of nature and decay, of 'The Time Machine' and the Eloi.

also, a trace of Hopper? A city on a peaceful Sunday, beyond all its strivings and desires. what's the problem? nothing in particular.

(music: another one of Bob's superb recommendations...do check his brill. blog:
here )