I’ve said something new
I’ve said nothing at all
I cringed at the summer and hated the fall
a lumbering listless ennui
absorbed by the car crash
bottlenecked for eternity
what’s the purpose in such disengagement
barely moved by light from even extinct suns
a subtle hostility, compelling
it gave me a purpose
a reason to breathe
but now it’s just stifling
and it took time to grasp
to stay the sharpened axe
embrace reprieve
for all the worst we did
so when the story does end
with confidence
“To nature’s creatures we allot the spring and the summer,
To the doe, the bear, the gold-finch and the hummer.
To the fishes we ascribe the deep blue sea,
The honey we apportion to the bustling bee.
To the pessimist—good cheer—his mind to sooth,
To the chronic liar, we donate the solemn truth.”
--Nicola Sacco “Last Will” (1927)
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This album is haunting, beautiful, and cathartic. One of the best post-black metal albums out there. I bought a cd on Discogs, but needed the vinyl. Доберман Сатз