Air Water Ground: The Golden Bough

Sunday, May 27, 2012

The Golden Bough

UNABRIDGED. In this Wikipedia article are links (12 in all) to the unabridged, 12 volume, version of perhaps the most important book ever written about religion and spirituality. The links are to the Internet Archive. Multiple formates, including epub, pdf facsimile, and Kindle.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Golden_Bough

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Spinning Away (Eno/Kale)

Up on a hill, as the day dissolves

With my pencil turning moments into line
High above in the violent sky
A silent silver plane – it draws a golden chain

One by one, all the stars appear
As the great winds of the planet spiral in
Spinning away, like the night sky at Arles
In the million insect storm, the constellations form

On a hill, under a raven sky
I have no idea exactly what I’ve drawn
Some kind of change, some kind of spinning away
With every single line moving further out in time
And now as the pale moon rides (in the stars)
Her form in my pale blue lines (in the stars)
And there, as the world rolls round (in the stars)
I draw, but the lines move round (in the stars)
There, as the great wheels blaze (in the stars)
I draw, but my drawing fades (in the stars)
And now, as the old sun dies (in the stars)
I draw, and the four winds sigh (in the stars)