"She dreamed, the night she knew for certain, of a hunter arrived at last, a trainer of desert eagles, to unmask against her soul the predatory descent that would seize her, fetch her away, fetch her back, held fast in talons of communion, blood, destiny, to be plucked up off the defective Riemann sphere she had been taking for everything that was, and borne in some nearly vertical angle of ascent into realms of eternal wind, to hover at an altitude that made the Eurasian continent a map of itself, above the glimmering of the rivers, the peaks of snow, the Tian Shan and Lake Baikal and the great inextinguishable taiga."
-- Thomas Pynchon, _Against The Day_ p. 891.
lyrics
If you lift my feet off this road
High enough to curve the horizon
I could see to the days up ahead
And the road behind me I've chosen
And also every path I didn't choose
Spread backwards in time and forward into
All our other futures
If my words resist as I rise
Laden with the language of these walls
We will erase all the lines on the land
And make it to archway by nightfall
The bottom of the canyon, the water's clear
And passing through the gate, the city appears
Spreading to the sky
This compilation catalogues the weekly performances aired on Triple R, an independent community radio station in Melbourne, Australia. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 14, 2020
Jane Weaver leads her Fenella ensemble through a winding ambient maze inspired by Marcell Jankovic's 1981 cult-hit animation “Fehérlófia.” Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 30, 2019