Dedham Vale, near the Stour, laying in the grass, spring is returning and so are the tourists, and field recordists, warmth and aircraft, the familiar tropes of getting out and getting away, dog walkers are taking over the lanes, skylarks are taking over the airwaves. Is there any subcultures organising in the fields, events or gatherings of the natural, of the humankind, slow dancing on the paths, euphoric breathing of air, the waving of glow worms to the drop, meadowcore, earthstep, brisk jockeys of the wind, banger after banger, kissing gate and stile.
A small aircraft acrobats in the misty blue, bees now bumble so it must be over 10ºC, returning to its nest, a hole, a home, a kit paying equal amount of attention to the ground but from its lofty view point, both have unequivocal access to the land, but it’s different to us, different rules for different animals, no division amongst non-governing species, for us its special, more complicated as a means to exclusion, ownership, Matalan posse in the hood, blue and brown hooded coats, just in case, sensible boots and socks with a spare pair in the boot, the soft cotton wool like clouds, forming to the left not to the right, as it should be, a blue puffer jacket more blue than the sky but less blue than lapis lazuli, everything taking a long time on this project, but I should see that as a blessing and something that I need to make use of, taking the time between nodes in order to push it further along, work in the background, like making a painting before putting it on display, EAT SLEEP PAINT REPEAT, but I’m not a painter, for me it would be more like EAT SLEEP SIT IN A FIELD LISTING TO SKYLARKS AND MEADOW PIPITS WHISLT CONTEMPLATING THE EXISTENTIAL SIGNIFICANCE OF A BLADE OF GRASS REPEAT, keep the wheels turning, poor rural service as usual so there is only one bus right now and I need to be on it, to go FURTHUR! Am I on it or not? I don’t have to try the Electric Cool Ade, but I do need to continue to join those synapses, walk the neural pathways, find the elusive skylarks of my mind, look down upon me like the kite to gain a new perspective, see the abundance of ideas and directions in which to follow them.
Everything and everyone seems to be on a lunch break now, it’s super quiet, but perhaps that is a good thing, to be cherished, for a moment of calm, a brief respite fro the condinuum.
