Wickerbird

the void promise of the earth entire. occasionally, music

[Wickerbird @Wickerbird]

the sea weaver is now released. Another chapter in this project is complete. I hope only now that you might commune with these elegies to the end — all my love. https://t.co/PHdojstFIx @losttribesound

[Wickerbird @Wickerbird]

lost in the hinterland of idleness. The aegis of an uncaring age, fast at my back

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the catechism for we, brood of cataclysm: what remains? what now? Nothing. Imbibe. Drink deep of what you can, for the lot is seeping out

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@gia_margaret I hate zombie Twitter but have to say the emotions “Romantic Piano” drew out of me are absolutely ineffable. Thank you

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I fear the fading fires. The gasping embers. The slow, waning glow roused at every labored breath, every exhalation spent to stoke a futile flame

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Our mythologies, our endless mythologizing, seek not to interpret inherent meaning in the universe. They seek to provide it. Bestow a stain of humanity upon an ever-molting void.

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We are the mariners of a martyred sea, slow-plying the rank waters of long-dead oceans. Vaguely knowing what was and vaguely lamenting what won’t be again.

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@_daftdunk Musky is such a fucking goober — and his obsession with the letter X is Vin diesel-esque.

[Oleander Garden @void_hyacinth]

Seattle feels like someone deleted half of Toronto and instead made it freakishly pretty

[Wickerbird @Wickerbird]

It is a great wonder that any conscious mind, fully comprehending its own mortality, should not go at least slightly insane. Maybe we’re all just quietly losing it, finding little baubles in the sand to fixate on—shiny things to center our universes around.

[Gale Na @poisonjr]

Every fascist identifies the pincers, fangs, and stingers and then refuses to acknowledge the animal they're attached to.

[Wickerbird @Wickerbird]

@ninaturner “The childless have little stake in the future.” Neither do fucking billionaires who will never actually experience the consequences of their own greed-driven policies.

[Wickerbird @Wickerbird]

Redolent with the ichor of bloodied things, our many tithes to bloodless gods

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We wandered down an archipelago, the sundered sound, these martyred manifold; features I had lost

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Both our bodies formed from the dust that haunts you Riverborn.

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Maps of other seasons, older than the sea.

[Dave Himelfield @Dave_Examiner]

A tour de force soundtrack #gallowspole
@jenniferballads @goatband @Wickerbird
https://t.co/MvUBPy8TEj

[Wickerbird @Wickerbird]

We drown in time unreeling
— the voidless immensity behind us and there, the ever-ebbing before us. The dwindling moment. The slow trickling, the draining of wrists, the eyes, the silly mortal tongue. Build a meaning, an idol, a god and watch it molder

[Wickerbird @Wickerbird]

For my lovely British friends, I was extremely flattered to have my music featured on the BBC’s new drama #TheGallowsPole — truly a beautiful scene and show. Thanks @ShadyMeadows for the chance to be a small part of the project. https://t.co/wg7C50Fx2X

[Kathryn Hinks @kathrynhinks]

Wasn’t sure about #TheGallowsPole at first, but the burial scenes + previously unknown-to-me The Fold by Wickerbird were perfect. Whole thing is beautifully scored by Swedish band, Goat. Just watched the start of #2 and it’s got a Monty Python and the Holy Grail vibe so I’m in 🫎

[Wickerbird @Wickerbird]

we contented, fatted, suckling — redolent with the stink of mortality but happy to forget it. Vain idols begetting idylls, whose ultimate sum changes naught. Circling, circling and pretending all the while