I wanted to find the right shape for each song. But almost every time I’d make something I’d have to ask myself, “What do you want to hear?” Maybe nothing, and that’s okay. My desire was the only rule.
“No more do I burn. No more for us the fluttering of wings That whirred in the air above us.
Lo the fair dead!”
Ezra Pound | “Threnos”
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