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These are the voices of those who are silent: in the graveyards, holy wells, the river, the changing tides. A ghostly choir of lost children, hermits, lovers and rough sleepers, serving maids and sailor boys, saints and hermaphrodites resounding through the rhythms of the water. Places and objects communicate also: a chapel, oak tree, back-lane, woodland, riverside town; bones sing and a bell tolls. The poems speak with them and for them, channelling their messages, their visions and their warnings.… (meer)
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'The void is a spectral realm; not even nothing can be free of ghosts.' - KAREN BARAD
'The aim is to track the multiple, grounded and hence specific and diversified ways in which we are becoming knowing subjects, as 'otherwise other' than the dialectical oppositions and pejorative differences posited by classical humanist 'Man', and the supremacist assertions of "Anthropos".' - ROSI BRAIDOTTI
'I have been in a multitude of shapes, Before I assumed a consistent form.' - TALIESIN
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A half-dressed man is sitting on the ledge in a small hut, mortar-clad and damp with dew, his knees folded to his chest, long hair as white as the light which flood the grass; each stalk bright like a lightning-struck tree.
- St Seriol's Well MIDNIGHT
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Informatie afkomstig uit de Engelse Algemene Kennis.Bewerk om naar jouw taal over te brengen.
These are the voices of those who are silent: in the graveyards, holy wells, the river, the changing tides. A ghostly choir of lost children, hermits, lovers and rough sleepers, serving maids and sailor boys, saints and hermaphrodites resounding through the rhythms of the water. Places and objects communicate also: a chapel, oak tree, back-lane, woodland, riverside town; bones sing and a bell tolls. The poems speak with them and for them, channelling their messages, their visions and their warnings.
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