for saxophone quartet
commissioned by Lisa Keeney.
There was a Mystic Reality We Lived in Once
grandiose and noise and world, I was moving back and back,
a slow and quiet thing approaching an early life
brooding in mists and in song – back the theatres, back the gyms
round and round the memory backwards to swing sets and boas –
until the desolate topography – I was a child, in glamour, in heels –
let’s all shout our multiple histories celebrating complexity of past realities
on histories into the skyclouds – within the past, before the past, before
we will shout memory, as there was concern with a sense
within the reality, all we knew – of self – of what humanness was.