These are... a series of whispers

The air with no wind - You listen with no legs

Talking about and old man who long ago was young
and when young he went out with a knife
and peeled all the onions in the garden
and in the end he found only concrete,

About the onion - the paradox of centre - the centre empty

Talking of history
the voice of a 1000 years of genes
the multiplication of essence, essence, essence
history, history, history
onions, onions, onions.

Compassion, compassion, compassion
lives of compassion.

I come here today to send a message
I knocked on the door
it said open at nine and the weather was fine
and I was happy as I knocked on your door
and you opened and I come in and said
I want to send a message
I want to send a message

I want to send a message
between my heaven and my earth
and I send it in a series of whispers.

A series of whispers like honey
like history, history, history
and essence, essence, essence
and onions.

And each one hears the message as whispers
one at a time
passed on down the line.

© Julyen Hamilton '93

Spoken text from the performance CORTEXin 1993.