Sound Collages - audio adventures

Sound Collages - audio adventures

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Sound Collages - audio adventures episodes

  • Low Tide Footprints
    Low Tide Footprints

    Surging wavelets

    Obliterating

    Low tide’s coastal smears

    Footprints on the sand

    Returning to the depths

    Dog walkers and single mothers

    Escaping the relentless pull of Celene

    Marks were left

    “I was here!”

    Now they are gone

    1 min
  • Carrauntoohil Dreaming
    Carrauntoohil Dreaming
    "Monologue and soundscape."
    Monaro droughted me.
    Brown, sharp, rubbed down acute angles.
    Frost dazzled, frosted kills.
    Edge worn granite, iconic valley.
    Ancient wildness, glacier free,
    Eons eroded, plough ripped soil
    Soil quicksilvered to the sea.
    Sheeped pastures trodden down.
    Terrestrial dragons and psychic daemons
    Touching and calling
    Dreamings and knowledge
    Triquetra and books.
    ~~~
    Blackberry songlines weave the paddocks.
    Vixen wanders across the just cut silage.
    In the rear, at the cottage of the dairy, the older man cuts his firewood.
    His older brother feeds apple halves to calves and heifers.
    I walk the songlines, feeding on them.
    The softness of soil enveloping my boots.
    Touching, caressing through the rubber.
    The softness, the verdant lush.
    Language rolls, understanding flows.
    A deep stirring awakens.
    The soil caresses, the soil cleanses,
    Light showers, not real rain, locals distraught, “bloody rain”.
    50 miles from the Avenue of the O’Connors
    Kingdom blood lines,
    Kingdom fled
    Kingdom return.
    And Carrauntoohil sits
    Misted over
    Shining free
    Fulcrum of the ring.
    ~~~
    Ripped untimely from that soil of my maternal line.
    “I want to go home.”
    Okay...
    Paddock walking, blackberry eating, raw milk drinking.
    Soil softness grows
    Soles caressed
    Eyes moistened
    Heart opened
    Facetimed children: coming back.
    Sister enquiries: You ok?
    I will be but
    Carrauntoohil sits, fulcrum of my life
    Aerodromes traversed
    Passport stamped
    Sleep disrupted
    Antipodean landing.
    Rest, travel, rest, write,
    Sleep, sleep each night disturbed
    Fulcrum of my dreams
    Carrauntoohil
    Dream after dream
    Carrauntoohil dreaming
    Calling
    At each step to Van Diemen's Land
    Carrauntoohil calls.
    Calls quietly,
    Insistent
    Sleep disturbed.
    Carrauntoohil acknowledged
    Dreams still dreamed
    Sleep more restful
    Gut turned, visceral, ancient,
    Calling, quietly calling,
    From the heart of the Ring,
    A part of me stayed
    The part my maternal line left
    Soaked in melancholy
    I mourn for a home part lived
    A home half grasped
    5 min

About Sound Collages - audio adventures

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The point of this podcast is to give voice to my writing, experimenting with soundscapes and mini documentaries. The joy of podcasting is it’s limitlessness. Twelve years into the medium, others have developed their voices. I will be continuing this tradition. A radiophile since childhood, I experienced the Cultural Revolution from The People’s Republic of China on short wave through a valve radio encased in bakelite and fabric covered speakers.