Die Blaue Blume

now
I am lying in a circle of stones at the vale’s very end; 
a coiled sleeping animal

sounds of a restless roach, a nervous shiver 
thoughts surface, disquieting and exhilarating 
the debris is not sinking into the earth 
but slowly rising towards a stone-filled sky

an eternity passes
this night her leathery skin still glistens with life 
she is buried within herself

how many people died to make us possible? 
(more than you can forget)
how did they kill time before it was invented?

one day we would stand together
our eyes travelling over wide velds
far past where the village was 
towards the invisible, where it will be again 
a village…two villages…
the old path through the marsh

a million canyons’ worth of earth have been removed
down here the sea ground is scattered with the tools of ancient hunters 
who raised our parents and the parents of our children
soon we will be like them
bones lime stone cement

if I were mud, I would rise as a monster

you are not of this world, but of a world to come 
the flower is blue, your eyes are blue. blue is the flower

we crawl into the sewer pipe
life will never be the same

Words/Voice: Philipp Aldrup
Sound: Shaun San ( Dream State Vision)
Recording: Victor Low (Affixen)

Images: www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.10151998817369828.1073741846.297144109827

The Blue Flower - Die Blaue Blume

A soundtrack by The Observatory 
for Philipp Aldrup's photo serie "Gezeitentümpel"

"Like the discarded and the forgotten artifacts of our past and future surfacing in the images of the tidal pools, the noise these exhumed objects would make is imagined and extrapolated upon. Forgotten but in their true essence, pure and beautiful in atonal character, and just as equally important." - Leslie Low
www.behance.net/gallery/7650863/GEZEITENTUEMPEL-tidal-pools

http://www.theobservatory.com.sg

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