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Sun 1 (villanus)
02:58
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Sun 2 (vessel)
02:56
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Sun 3 (void)
02:14
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Open the portal
Eat the key
It tears me apart
I’m done with how it looks
Tired of pleasing
No longer aesthetically considered
Painting my skin with the soil
Brushing my hair with branches
Opening my mouth to catch the rain
Forever spouting
Excreting myself on the floor
Catching a glimpse of myself in the sun
An upturned mouth and glazed eyes
I bury myself again
See you on the other side
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Sun 4 (victorious)
03:10
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A break in the sky. Sky to earth, again. And I mother.
A plainly obvious course of action. You. When it’s not obvious and I seem to fail and spill out the contents of my bag in front of you. That’s the best bit right?! then I hope you see me and I hope you understand. Surely I’m not that hard to catch?! Making mistakes just so I can show you. Laying out sweet little traps. And I mother. Not quite a fish, not quite a human but somewhere inbetween. I’ve got dirty feet. All the jokes and all the dances melting under the sun; romanticised, truthful and slightly stubborn. Your hands pushing me under the water again. And I mother. Coming up under the sunlight as I swim, searching and telling old stories to those that will listen. Words fall to the ground to descend deep into the soil. Dancing on the top of the phrases and gestures I plant and I hope you’re proud. Act 2 and I’m not as strong and I hope I’m softer. I have no desire for the fleeting I want the smell under noses and the hairs on your left thumb. And I mother. And I crave community and I crave consistency. And I know there’s no such thing as too late. I mother. The sacred and sweet impermanence before the leaves fall again. The taste of fire and her. My fellow creature. And we mother. Admiring our work and admiring the view. How many times we will visit the same places laughing kindly and ecstatically. We mother throughout heartache, inspired by the beauty and mundane and everything is a journey together when I hear the sweetness in her voice I feel the ground.
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Sun 5 (vexed)
02:10
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Angst
Taste
Recoil
Wounds
Vapid Eyes
Gaping
Engulf
Sunrise
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Sun 6 (volcano)
02:27
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Sun 7 (vulnerable)
01:29
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Speculum Bunny Glasgow, UK
Having written music since she was a kitten, Speculum Bunny enjoys blending words and sound to provoke, enthral and mystify her audience. Inspired by the depraved nature of love in all of its majestic forms, her childhood, masochism and devotion. Challenging mainstream narratives on motherhood and women’s expression she blends noise, synths, voices and field recordings. She pushes her her edges. ... more
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