Rick Holland - I Remember (Late Night Tales: Jon Hopkins)

[@fastman119]

"The tick becomes imagined, and steel to silk. From long before gold could be held, when cold was felt, and breath was celebrated for that very rearrangement of air which placed us here." Just WOW.

[@arashmasoudi461]

Ever since I found this, I can't stop listening to it. Wish there could be more of this out there.

[@audriussiliunas1222]

I remember the tone the sunlight made Reflecting as it did That first breath of late night morning air The feeling that here was anywhere And anywhere was kind Plumes of smoke funnel overland and meet us there As though our late night tales joined to feed our breathing And each breath kept golden remnants of a fireside tale inside Safe but boundless To hang like bubbles over us with each completed breath Not born or dying, but reassembling the very air A ceiling to our meaning, or spring for new sounds to bound from No essential measure of beginning or belief No escape and no relief, but safe Safe as shapeless Shapeless on a turning wheel of casting possibilities that change the wheel The tick becomes imagined and steel to silk. I remember the tone the sunlight made And each time it comes to visit I remember And taste and scent, and sense released from sense The sense of everything as golden and remembered Even as it slips into the course of these events And this my friend is home Right here and in this tone of sun and fire and form Where listening is a birth each time And feeling creeps to embers Notes suggest in emblems reminiscent of a nascent form of wealth From long before gold could be held When cold was felt and breath was celebrated for that very rearrangement of the air Which placed us, here.

[@niamhmckernan908]

Love this ❤ Rick is a master poet

[@ocno]

A beautiful poem and an essential Late Night Tale.

[@erikgalajdask]

this poem is the best and song even better

[@petergrafton7174]

Amazing

[@arthurjdale8684]

Lovely

[@lenaye]

Namaste

[@vinceeden8970]

who made the visual work ? it's amazing

[@TheBassHeavy]

I love it too. It reminds me of Dan Flavin.

[@avatarroku9154]

Ben exaclty

[@dreamcraftlovedcl8397]

I remember the tone the sunlight made Reflecting as it did That first breath of late night morning air The feeling that here was anywhere And anywhere was kind Plumes of smoke funnel overland and meet us there As though our late night tales joined to feed our breathing And each breath kept golden remnants of a fireside tale inside Safe but boundless To hang like bubbles over us with each completed breath Not born or dying, but reassembling the very air A ceiling to our meaning, or spring for new sounds to bound from No essential measure of beginning or belief No escape and no relief, but safe Safe as shapeless Shapeless on a turning wheel of casting possibilities that change the wheel The tick becomes imagined and steel to silk. I remember the tone the sunlight made And each time it comes to visit I remember And taste and scent, and sense released from sense The sense of everything as golden and remembered Even as it slips into the course of these events And this my friend is home Right here and in this tone of sun and fire and form Where listening is a birth each time And feeling creeps to embers Notes suggest in emblems reminiscent of a nascent form of wealth From long before gold could be held When cold was felt and breath was celebrated for that very rearrangement of the air Which placed us, here.