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Corridor of Song

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In this corridor of song,

invocations colour space

now devoid of human voice,

as spirits whisper here

of hysterical imprisonment;

of torture painted pink and blue

and baa baa black sheep have you any

 

                                                              Hail Mary full of grace

 

Supplications resonate

in hidden mouths

as mournings cry to sing of lullabies.

Sticks and stones and catechisms;

all the litanies, repeating, wither hope;  

may break our bones

 

Pray for us sinners

 

Keenings sound their minor chords

and keys

are jangled ceaselessly

by Pharisees in judgement

of their wards

 

Ring-a-roses all fall down   

 

Now and at the hour of our death

 

Left to waste away

 

Wash out my stains

 

within these walls,

without.

 

Amen.

 

 

 

 

 

Photo courtesy of Richard Nixon of Rich Pictures 

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Laura Taylor

Mon 15th Sep 2014 10:21

Ah thank you so much you Dave and Alexandra :)

Yeh Alex, I could hear them too - haunting.

Dave - was another belter! Hope you're doing well anyway mate - long time no see!

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Alexandra Parapadakis

Sat 13th Sep 2014 11:11

This is wonderful. I love the structure, it's as if the old voices are still echoing down the halls

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Dave Carr

Sat 13th Sep 2014 08:14

I read this several times to fully appreciate it. Excellent. Good luck with Diggers. Dave

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Laura Taylor

Fri 12th Sep 2014 13:30

Thank you folks.

What's really spooky is that my first thoughts about the photo were to do with babies/hospital/prison. I'm not sure why - it just 'felt' that way. So I thought I'd write something along those lines, and then halfway through thought to myself 'Ah. What if it's an old office block or something, and someone sees an old filing cabinet?'.

Soo - I asked Richard where it had been taken. He told me it was the hospital wing of a derelict orphanage in Preston!! Brrr!!! That felt pretty weird. And when I looked it up, it turned out to have been run by nuns. It's a fairly safe guess those kids didn't have the easiest of lives,eh?

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Ged the Poet

Fri 12th Sep 2014 13:19

The picture adds to the mystic feel of this work. It could be the cloisters of any great religious building. I love the interchange between prayer and nursery rhyme. Fantastic.

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Andy N

Fri 12th Sep 2014 12:32

i agreee with greg here, this does feel different to some of your earlier stuff (which i do love i will state) but i still love it.

excellent.

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Greg Freeman

Fri 12th Sep 2014 11:16

You're breaking new ground here again, Laura. Exciting stuff.

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Ian Whiteley

Fri 12th Sep 2014 10:27

brilliant Lauara - I think this is my favourite one of the Richpix series so far - I love the way you've integrated the nursery rhyme and prayer into this - so that something we relate to as comforting in childhood and later life becomes eerily threatening in the context of the setting. I think this one really would work well as a performance piece as well - with my 'recording' head on I would love to have a stab at putting some backings to this with those distant, eerie children's incantations :-)

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