Drifting on the wind, and through
the broken window of the long house
here you lie, incantatory chant
of surf breaking, and the Mass
and the mountain talking.
At your feet two candles puff the
stained faces of the whanau, the vigil
of the bright Madonna. See, sand-whipped
the toy church does not flinch.
E moe, e te whaea: wahine rangimarie
Mountain, why do you loom over us like
that, hands on massive hips ? Simply
by hooking your finger to the sea,
rain-squalls swoop like a hawk, suddenly.
Illuminated speeches darken, fade to metallic
drum-taps on the roof.
Aanei nga roimata o Rangipapa
Flat, incomprehensible faces: lips moving
only to oratorical rhythms of the rain:
quiet please, I can't hear the words.
And the rain steadying: black sky leaning
against the long house. Sand, wind-sifted
eddying lazily along the beach.
Part spoken word, part contemporary composition, in this four-movement piece the Australian Art Orchestra explore isolation and connection. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 13, 2021
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