A Bit of Violence With These Old Engines

by Kiran Leonard

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#11--

this record is for all friends in spain and portugal, especially andreu "ubaldo" g. serra, whose boira label put this tape out in a limited edition. similar to #4, all voice and guitar recordings (live & at home). recorded in oxford, lisbon, amposta city (catalunya), and saddleworth uk. està tot molt mal però millorarà, te lo digo en serio

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released March 9, 2018

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Kiran Leonard Manchester, UK

FIRST TWELVE RECORDS

from saddleworth, uk ; songs writes pruelewarne.tumblr.com

al albums put in chronological order w basic descriptions of their contents, #12-1

(2012-18)
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Track Name: Hidden Envy/Sea of Eyes
and i saw you in the room there
success able to divide
a mortal’s fulfilment;
still glancing at the greener side

and it’s a yearning, my life,
my hidden envy

you have it, what is it?
temptation; the well is low
the mythic luminaries
i see the itinerary

and it’s a dull glass, the overpass
my hidden envy

this is my last poem
and the blinkers have fallen off
king-sized, shinkwrapped; i dismiss
o to live paralysed and accept era capital
Track Name: Unreflective Life (partial)
(the) switch steams, the circuit's dead;
his head is a silhouette
idling, a study robbed of speech.
he slowly unfolds, vapour moon
approaching wise, quiet release,
banishing dark plumes
(the damaging that he can't describe)

the deluge of wrong events
gave way to a reticence;
the fugal chaos
of voices saying “no”
ravaging souls thought to have found hope
in vocal light, words of ease...
wholly immersed, escaping like a cloud to our eyes;
his waking embers derealised, he suddenly let go.

it is too much for him;
reflective life makes him feel pathetic,
like a veil (ad)dressing a storm,
or a teething dramatic without resolve
(to run away... accept malaise...)
is it not enough to sigh and separate yourself
from each wire ringing with blame?
assume it's you; don't exhume
(you'll be happier)

and gentlemen
of rage and terror: i know
there's fear in change,
in fading image, i know,
but stem duress,
your greedy enemy ghosts;
let gentleness
surround and soften (i know);
let spires of light
impress your vanishing sight,
as fellows, through smoke,
approach your weathering eyes.
we are tethered and spent,
spinning into the arms
of a quiet inside,
a screaming antidote

to all terrible creatures armed with your steak knives:
do you think that you know what we are?
to all famines dressed as teachers, conjuring respite:
do you think we don't know what you are?

but then again,
the crooks' deafening blow:
the cracks within
the mirror joining our lives;
the broken pane
reflects innumerable lines,
we become overwhelmed.
Track Name: Dennes
dilettante of ruin
silence breathing on a flagstone, looming
a nape of stars flows toward a circle

land of uncertainty
(a monochrome of living history distorts,
pulling a comb over any which way)

a claret-coloured pail exudes
a thought that is unending;
it is emptied and bruised

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