Tag Archives: Coil

Threshold House

The Dreamer Is Still Asleep

May I ask you all for silence The dreamer is still asleep May the goddess keep us from single vision And you too sleep The dreamer is still asleep The dreamer is still asleep He’s inventing landscapes and the magnetic fields Working out the means of escape We’ll cut across the crop circles He says […]

Disabled landscape

A poem by John Balance from the obscure book about the Virgin Prunes from the mid-late 1980s titled VIRGIN PRUNES Faculties of a Broken Heart by Rolf Vasellari. “Disabled Landscape” From the spires of an old grey tree Swings a burial at sea Her white limbs spilling Out chains of flowers,golden Heavy with bees These […]

Batwings (A Limnal Hymn)

(The key to joy is disobedience There is no guilt and there is no shame) A moon-piece to fetch up the golden cup A snow-piece to avoid the great heat of the sun Is kept in the night and by the light of the moon An ice-piece so as they seem forever fallen A night-piece […]

The Sea Priestess

On the sea coast of Tibet Egyptian Aztecs are arriving from Norway They’ve been varnishing the woodwork for forty-three centuries Here, Nature is naked, her acrobats bathed in blood There’s a beast of prey on the threshold of pleasure And the giantess, sea priestess, beckons the passers-by “Do not lose sight of the sea. Do […]

H. W. Auden – for JB

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead, Put crepe bows round the white necks of the […]

A gesture

Date: Mon, 15 Nov 2004 23:18:33 +0000 From: Jhonn Balance To: coil@hollyfeld.org Subject: [coil] regarding a gesture Hi all Just a brief note at this difficult time – Ian and I both, and I’m sure John also, feel about financial donations, flowers etc this: Rather than send us anything – we have too much already […]