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WORDS

Claire Hind

Whitby Mudstone

"... take my steps down to the Fox Cliff Siltstone to lay with Peak Steel

And the Whitby Mudstone..."

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Take her steps down to the Fox Cliff Siltstone to lay with Peak Steel

And the Whitby Mudstone

 

A calling from the Mid shore Sea lettuce

To the Bladder wrack rock wrack 

 

Take her steps down to Lower Jurassic Sandstone 

To lay with Middle Jurassic Dogger thing 

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And she returns, to walk in the knowingness

That there is the love and there is the pain 

 

She recalls

The love and the pain 

Filled with deltaic sediments 

 

She recalls

The love and the scamp

 

She recalls

 A deep listening

 

Take her steps down to the black tang rock-weed to lay with the erratic boulder and wrap body around rock 

 

And she returns

To walk in the knowingness that there is the love and there is the scamp 

 

She recalls 

The love and the pain

 

She recalls 

A Deep listening to Whitby 

A Deep listening to Whitby Mudstone

 

She said it was an outer body experience

She thought she was hurtling through space

A deep listening and an awakening

 

Matter heard her heart beat

Matter warmed her presence

Matter it was

Matter

 

Resting heavy at low tide teasing her with deep pool

Inaccessible, she said, totally out of bounds

 

She recalls

The rock knows what it wants

The rock is in cahoots

It wants the love and the scamp.

 

And she recalls 

The love and the scamp 

 

She recalls

The love and the scamp 

 

She recalls

Mid shore Sea lettuce 

Bladder wrack rock wrack 

Lower Jurassic Sandstone 

Middle Jurassic Dogger thing

Alan

 

Nice to meet you, bottom living fauna,

I’m not into crab sandwiches, either

They cause acid reflux, make for idle times

Alan, is that you? Is that you, Alan? Alan is that you?

 

I could die in this world and become it

But you didn’t want it - or warn me of it.

Deep time where the love lies, where the love hides, in the love tide.

 

Is that you Alan, is that you?  Aalenian?

Aalenian Characichnos   

Score trace of the Low-slung

Aalenian Characichnos

Score trace of the armoured scutes

Aalenian Characichnos

Score trace to the trip off point

 

I get that feeling wherever I turn

Walking the trimming to the trip off point

Wandering neap tides to the deep low-slung

See you near Saltwick next to North Sea

 

 

 

Chorus

 

I could die in this world and become it

But you didn’t want it - or warn me of it.

Deep time where the love lies, where the love hides, in the love tide.

 

 

The way you look gets me off the scale

Tongue tided relatives of the modern squid

Wandering neap tides to the deep low-slung

See you near Saltwick next to North Sea

 

Alan, is that you, Alan, Alan is that you

Is that you Alan, is that you? Aalenian?

Aalenian  

Characichnos   

Score trace  

Of the Sauropod

Aalenian

Characichnos

Score trace  

Of Sauropodomorph

 

Chorus

 

I could die in this world and become it

But you didn’t want it - or warn me of it.

Deep time where the love lies, where the love hides, in the love tide.

 

 

The way you look gets me off the scale

Tongue tided relatives of the modern squid

Wandering neap tides to the deep low-slung

See you near Saltwick next to North Sea

Silt

 

Are you ticklish, can I tickle you?

Will you tickle me?

Are you ticklish, can I tickle you?

Will you tickle me?

 

Made of the same matter as the long dead stars

Broken bits, the delicate feet got caught

Walking shaping body to boulder 

Pressing her sound

 

Laying down with rock, changing vibrations

She met a seismologist on a train from Sheffield to York

Getting off at Leeds, staring through the window

Continuing to think on resonant objects

 

Low tide she channels the sound in rock

Searching for the beauty found in Neil Tennant’s voice

Lying with the organisms. Hey! Who turned it on?

She thinks on resonant objects.

 

It is happening, the mountain

Swaying seismic rhythms of a deep low hum 

Tonal, attitudinal the sound of her voice

They think on resonant objects

 

Shake to the wind listen and tune

Thermal stress lingering in the ghost voice

Ripple a rock ripple call and response

Sounding her as the resonant object

 

What came before this?

What came before that?

A Mountain

A mountain?

Different mountain

Long before sand, clay, silt and shale

Long before lines shaped by water

A mountain

A mountain

A different mountain

 

Deep approach from Sheffield to York

Getting off at Leeds

With energy of resonant objects

 

Made of the same matter as the long dead stars

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