Visions (First Movement)Hierophany Heresiarch Scientific method Interface Dryad Fusion Gaia Magic bullet Scientific method – 2 Puzzle Prayer Parent Pierce Entropy E Personal Jardin public à Bellac (Haute-Vienne) Disposition Vista
Theme and variations - Mirror (2nd Movement)La déesse des blés et des maïs Variation on a theme of Baudelaire White lilac La fille aux cheveux de lin Essence Snake Dance Ille mi par esse deo videtur Her jewels Image Come away with me Daisy chain Kyalyuvat
Rondo (3rd Movement)
Andante (4th Movement)
Finale - Goddess (5th Movement)Zeitgeist All of creation Ballad of the Golden Cow Countdown Requiem for the late tragic events Spectator sport Bushmeat Letter to a chimpanzee
I’ve a witty reply if anyone asks, those bones in the bathroom, who do they belong to? incongruous in among emollient health and beauty on the shelves, take two at bedtime, do not drink, razor soap band-aids a larger jar, someone’s preserves picked up tentatively click, clop, gruesome thought dead ancestor oh surely not mine, say I, cleverly, I got them from an eagle, in the park, under their tree, keep a look out, you’ll find pellets: like matted coarse grey sock wool knitted up with broken feathers: bones, feathers, gristle, pelt compressed in the crop regurgitated in gawky lumps: when you’ve soaked them, tease them apart pick out the bones like Christmas dinner sticky and stinky with scraps of flesh field guides are no good for getting these guys on your list: could that have been a squirrel’s thigh, a robin’s skull? we take our daily walks in a peaceful killing ground: try keeping a tally, count the ducklings every day on the pretty little pond, the pair bred in the park again this year. one eaglet fledged --well, they at least passed on their genes, which really is the only point, biologically speaking. as for my little charnel heap, take Yorick here, another predator really: imagine his domestic round, how many yards of worm a day? poor tacky bone, do you think it would cheer him up in avian Nirvana if he could think his death was not in vain? perhaps before the eagle scoffed him up he’d already donated his seed to stuff some other ugly raptor’s gut.