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Sea 22:15
Cherson! Cherson! You aint just whistlin Dixie, Sea------ Cherson! Cherson ! We calcimine fathers here below! Kitchen light on----- Sea Engines from Russia seabirding here below----- When rocks outsea froth I’ll know Hawaii cracked up & scramble up my doublelegged cliff to the silt of a million years----- Shoo-----Shaw-----Shirsh----- Go on die salt light You billion yeared rock knocker Gavroom Seabird Gabroobird Sad as wife & hill Loved as mother & fog Oh! Oh! Oh! Sea! Osh! Where’s yr little Neppytune tonight? These gentle tree pulp pages which’ve nothing to do with yr crash roar, liar sea, ah, were made for rock tumble seabird digdown footstep hollow weed move bedarvaling crash? Ah again? Wine is salt here? Tidal wave kitchen? Engines of Russia in yr soft talk------ Les poissons de la mer parle Breton------ Parle, Poissons, Loti, parle------ Parlning Ocean sanding crash the billion rocks------ Ker plotsch------ Shore------shoe------ god------brash------ The headland looks like a longnosed Collie sleeping with his light on his nose, as the ocean, obeying its accomodations of mind, crashes in rhythm of sand thought------ ------Big frigging shoulders on that sonofabitch Parle, O, parle, mer, parle, Sea speak to me, speak to me, your silver you light Where hole opened up in Alaska Gray------sh------wind in The canyon wind in the rain Wind in the rolling rash Moving and t wedel Sea sea Diving sea O bird------la vengeance De la roche Cossez Ah Rare, he rammed the gate rare over by Cherson, Cherson, we calcify fathers here below ------a watery cross, with weeds entwined------This grins restoredly, low sleep------Wave------Oh, no, shush------Shirk------Boom plop Neptune now his arms extends while one millions of souls sit lit in caves of darkness ------What ols bark? The dog mountain? Down by the Sea Engines? God rush------Shore------ Shaw------Shoo------Oh soft sigh we wait hair twined like larks------Pissit------Rest not ------Plottit, bisp tesh, cashes, re tav, plo, aravow, shirsh,------Who’s whispeing over there------the silly earthen creek! The fog thunders------We put silver light on face------We took the heroesin------A billion years aint nothing------ O the cities here below! The men with a thousand arms! the stanchions of their upward gaze! the coral of their poetry! the sea dragons tenderized, meat for fleshy fish------ Navark, navark, the fishes of the Sea speak Breton------ wash as soft as people’s dreams------We got peoples in & out the shore, they call it shore, sea call it pish rip plosh------The 5 billion years since earth we saw substantial chan------Chinese are the waves------the woods are dreaming No human words bespeak the token sorrow older than old this wave becrashing smarts the sand with plosh of twirléd sandy thought------Ah change the world? Ah set the fee? Are rope the angels in all the sea? Ah ropery otter barnacle’d be------ Ah cave, Ah crosh! A feathery sea Too much short------Where Miss Nop tonight? Wroten Kerarc’h in the labidalian aristotelian parl with slime a middle ------And Ranti forner who pulled pearls by rope to throne the King by the roll in the forest of averseas? Not everseas, be seas ----------Creep Crash The woman with her body in the sea------The frog who never moves & thunders, sharsh ------The snake with his body under the sand------The dog with the light on his nose, supine, with shoulders so enormous they reach back to rain crack------These leaves hasten to the sea------We let them hasten to be wetted & give em that old salt change, a nuder think will make you see they originate from the We Sea anyway------No dooming booms on sunday afternoons------We run thru the core of cliffs, blam up caves, disengage no jelly or jellied pendant thinkers------ Our armies of anchored seaweed in the coves give of the smell of jellied salt------ Reach, reach, some leaves havent hastened near enuf------Roll, roll, purl the sand shark floor a greeny pali andarva ------Ah back------Ah forth------ A shish------Boom, away, doom, a day------Vein we firm------The sea is We------ Parle, parle, boom the earth------Arree------Shaw, Sho, Shoosh, flut, ravad, tapavada pow, coof, loof, roof, ------ No,no,no,no,no,no------ Oh ya, ya, ya, yo, yair------ Shhh------ Which one? the one? Which one? The one ploshed------ The ploshed one? the same, ah boom------Who’s that ant that giant golden saltchange ant magnifying my mountain of feet? ‘Tis Finder, finding the change in thought to join the boomer hangers in the cave a light------And built a house above it? Never fear, naver foir, les bretons qui parlent la langue de la Mar sont espanol comme le cul du Kurd qui dit le maha prajna paramita du Sud ? Ah oui ! Ke Vlum ! Glum sea, silent me------ Tiresome old sea, aint you sick & tired of all of this merde? this incessant boom boom & sand walk------ Just gloom booboom & green on foggy nights------the fog is part of us------ I know, but tired as I can be listening to all this silly majesty------ Basho! Lao! Pop! Who is this fish sitting unsunk? Run up a Hawaii typhoon smash him against his rock------We’ll jelly you, jellied man, show you essential jello of the sea------King of the Sea. No Monarc’h ever Irish be? Ju see the Irish sea? Green winds on tamarack vines------ Joyce------James------Shhish------ Sea------------Sssssss------see ------------Varash ------------mnavash la vache écriture------the sea dont say muc’h actually------ Gosh, she, huzzy, tow, led men on, Ulysses and all them fair headed moin------ Terplash, & what difference make! One little white spark of light! Hair woven hands Penelope seaboat smeller------Courtiers in Telemachus ‘sguise dropedary dropedary creep------Or------ Franc gold rippled that undersea creek where fish fish for fisher men------Salteen breen the wet Souwesters of old Portugee Prayers Tsall tangled, changed, salt & drop the sand & weed & water brains entangled------Rats of old Venetian yellers Ariel Calibanned to Roma Port------ Pow------spell------ Speak you parler, in this my mother’s parlor, wash your undershoes when you come in, say thanks to foggy moon Go brash, Topahta offat, ------we’ll gray ye rose------Morning primord creeper sees the bird of paravision dying tweet the yellow mouthroof! How sweet the earth, yells sand! Xcept when tumble boom! O we wait too for Heaven------ all in One------ All is there in fair & sight I’m going wash now old Pavia down, & pack my salt to Either Town------ Cliffs of Antique aint got no rose, the morning’s seen the ledder pose------ Boom de boom dey the sea is me------ We are the sea------ It aint all snow We wash Fujiyama down soon, & sand crookbird back------ We hie bash rock------------ak------ Long short------ Long and easy------ Wind & many freezing bottoms an luckrock------ Rappaport------ Endymion thou tangled dreamer love my thigh ------Rose, Of Shelley, Rose, O Urns! Ogled urns in fish eye Cinco sea the Chico sea the Magellan headland sea ------What hype sideral did he put down bending beatnik sea goatee over old goat manuscripts to find the other side of Flat? See round, see the end of me? Rounden huge bedoom? Awp hole cave & shwrul------ sand & salt & hair eyes Josh------coof------patra------ Aye ee mo powsh------ Ssst------Cum here read me------ Dirty postcard------Urchin sea------ Karash your name------? Wanta swim, sink or swim? Ears ringing again? Sea vibrate rhythm crash sets off cave hanger blowers whistling dog ear back------to sea------ Arree------ Gerudge Napoleon nada------ Nada Pluto eats the sea------ Room------ Hands folded by the sea------ “On est toutes cachez, mange le silence,“ dit les poissons de la mer------Ah Mar------Gott------ Thalatta------Merde------Marde de mer------Mu mer------Mak a vash------ The ocean is the mother------ Kataketa pow! Kek kek kek! Kwakiutl! Kik! Some of theserather taratasters trapped hyra tchere thaped the anadondak ram ma lat round by Krul to Pat the lat rat the anaakakalked romon t o t t e k Kara VOOOM frup------ Feet cold? wade------Mind sore? sim------sin------Horny? ------lay the sea? Corny? try me------ Ussens here hang no more here we go, ka va ra ta plowsh, shhh, and more, again, ke vlook ke bloom & here comes big Mister Trosh ------more waves coming, every sillable windy Back wash palaver paralarle------paralleling parle pe Saviour A troblesome spirit hanging here cant make it in the void------The sea’ll only drown me------These words are affectations of sick mortality------ We try to make our way in self reliance, aid not ever comes too quick from whereever & whatever heaven dear may have suggested to promise us------ But these waves scare me------ I am going to die in full despair------ Wake up where? On second breath in life the atmosphere is dearer maybe closer to Heaven ------------Oh Paradise------------ Is the sea really so bad? Have you sent men here for this cold clown & monstrous eater at the world? whose sound I mock? “The sea drove me away & yelled ‘Go to your desire!’ ------As I hurried up the valley It added one last yell:- ‘And laugh!” The little Monterey fishingboat glides downward home 15 miles to go, be home to fried fish & beer b’five------ It guides the sea its bird routes------ ------Silver loss forever outward ------From blue sky of human bridges to the massive mawcloud sea center heap------to the gray------ Some boys call it gunboat blue, or gray, but I call it the Civil War of Rocks ------Rocks ‘come air, rocks ‘come water, & rocks rocks------ Kara tavira, mnash grand bash ------poosh l’abas------croosh L’a haut------Plash au pied------ Peeeee------Rolle test boulles------ Manche d’la rache------ The handsome King prevails over boom sing bird head------ “Crache tes idées,” spit yr ideas says the sea, to me, quite appro priate ly------ Pss! pss! pss! Ps! girl inside! Ahsi, ahso, shooy, shiver, mix, ha roll, tara, tata, curlcuk kayash, kee Pearls pearls in the yellow West ------Yellow sky to China------ Pacific we named here water as always meeting water------Pacific Pacific Pacific tapfic------geroom------ gedowsh------gaka------gaya------ Tatha------gata------mana------ What sails used old bhikkus? Dhikkus? Dhikkus! What raft mailed Mose to the hoven dovepost? What saved Blackswirl from the Kidd plank? What Go-Bug here? Seet! Seeeeeeeeeee eeeeeee------kara------ Pounders out yar------ Big Sur they call this sand these rocks this creek? Raton Canyon by name pours Coyote leaves & old Pomo bones & old dust of Tomahawks into your angler’d maw------ My salt maw shall salvage Taylors------sewing in the room below------ Sewing weed shrat for hikers in the milky silt------ Sewing crosswards for certainty------Sartan are we of Price Victory in this salt War with thee & thine thee jellied yink! Look O the sea here called Pacific Sea! T a k i ! My golden empty soul’ll outlast yr salty sill ------the Windows of my jelly eye & fish head muck look out on thee, slit, with cigar-a-mouth, some contempt------ Yet I hie me to see you ------you hie thee to eat me------Fair in sight and worn, aright------ Arra! Aroo! Ger der va------ Silly silent cities in the sea have children playing cardboard mush with eignyard old Englander beeplates slickered oer with scum of histories below------ No tempest as still & awful as the tempest within------ Sorcerer hip! Buddhalands & Buddhaseas! Hear over there the ocean motor? Feel the splawrsh of it? Six silly centepedes here, Machree------ Ah Ratatatatatat------ the machinegun sea, rhythmic balls of your pouring in with smooth eglantinee in yr pedigreed milkpup tenor------ Tinder marsh aright arrooo------ arrac’h------arrache------ Kamac’h------monarc’h------ Kerarc’h Jevac’h------ Tamana------------gavow------ Va------Voovla------Via------ Mia------mine------ sea poo Farewell, Sur------ Didja ever tell him about water meeting water------? O go back to otter------ Term------Term------Klerm Kerm------Kurn------Cow------Kow------ Cash------Cac’h------------Cluck------ Clock------Gomeat sea need be deep I see you Enoc’h soon anarf in Old Brittany Kamac’h------monarc’h------ Kerarc’h Jevac’h------ Tamana------------gavow------ Va------Voovla------Via------ Mia------mine------ sea poo

about

Visual artist, illustrator and writer is set to release a live recital performance of Jack Kerouac's poem 'Sea', on 25th January 2019 on One Little Indian Records

Eve Libertine is best known for her role as co-lead vocalist in Crass (alongside Steve Ignorant) - the seminal anarchist punk band who, in the late '70s, launched a cultural attack on all social fronts; God, Queen and Country. Libertine wrote and performed most of the songs on the group's third album, Penis Envy, which concentrated exclusively on feminist issues and featured only female voices.

'Sea' was recorded by the BBC at London's Vortex in 2003 as part of that year's London Jazz Festival, the multifaceted artist has been experimenting with improvisational works for some time, ranging from John Cage and Cornelius Cardew to her own settings of Blake's poems, and performed alongside a network of jazz musicians she and Crass bandmate Penny Rimbaud have collaborated with.

Rimbaud (Crass' drummer and chief lyricist) found the recording of Libertine's Vortex performance on a tape, which had for some time lay unheard and unmixed. He also released an album of his own jazz-accompanied recitals of Wilfred Owens' poetry in November 2017, and Libertine continues to work with him within this largely jazz based format.

"During the performance there were moments when I felt I was on the sea within the improvisation, at other moments it was as if Kerouac was there beside me" said Libertine, speaking about the recital.

'Big Sur' is a biographical novel Kerouac wrote when he was suffering extreme depression following the publication of'On the Road', his subsequent exposure to the media and his new-found fame.
After Crass disbanded in 1984, Libertine trained briefly as a classical singer and then went on to release her first post-Crass album, 'Skating the Side ofViolence'. She toured extensively in the West Coast of the US, supporting folk-hustlers Chumbawamba.

Her collaborative poetry and jazz projects were borne out of a concert at Queen Elizabeth Hall in opposition to the Iraq War, curated by Libertine and Rimbaud and which saw them found The Crass Collective specifically for the event. The Collective expanded to include the jazz musicians that Rimbaud and Libertine had come to know the Vortex Jazz Club, and boyed Libertine on to create further collaborative works of this nature.

credits

released January 25, 2019

Eve Libertine - voice and conception
Kate Shortt - cello
Justina Curtis - piano and keyboards
Davide Mantovani - electric bass
Paul Clarvis - percussion

Recorded at London's Vortex Jazz Club 20/11/03
Recording engineer - Andrew Tulloch
Mix Engineer - Harvey Birrell at Southern Studios
Master Engineer - Alex Gordon at Abbey Road
Produced by Penny Rimbaud

Photos of Pacific Ocean - Eve Libertine
Design - Eve Libertine and Christian Brett

With thanks to Derek and Sue Birkett for supporting this project

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