When I look back to my childhood, it is in indistinct shades of grey, punctuated by regular splashes of colour. The colour is foreign in every sense, it bubbles with life and laughter, and its colours are pine green, lapis lazuli and Umbrian red. It rises around me in mountainsides and lakes, gilded churches and …
Category Archives: memory
Listening to Jackson Brown 2015
The past is alive with music and music is alive with the past. The taste of a whole way of living: the smell, the touch, the greasy feel of the seventies. Sliding through the cloying, rich smell of resin, hanging like incense in a room filled with reclining bodies and pots of tea. Speakers the …
Hidden memories
Hidden memories push against their wallsTime imprisonedThey reach out across my lifeTouch me with tentacles of forgotten sensationsHeave as swell against the sea wallThreatening to break up and overTo swamp me in the real-time of their existenceMorning dawns and they have ebbedLeaving an impression that once I knew more
Salatheel 