it's the 21st century and sometimes
it's hard to capture the gothic aura
of the 19th century...
which is why, perhaps, a chance
walk into the forest at night,
listening to demdike stare's
Tryptych album revives a sense of
what could have possibly been a novel -
mind you, if you ever stumbled
thereupon and found a trail
leading to a black mass at dusk -
heard the exaltation satanis in excelsior
like a mad barking to the heavens (or the pit)
followed by very audible murmuring
of a throng, and as the case was presented,
you too would slowly turn around,
walk a few metres in the opposite
direction... and then start galloping -
as far as i'm concerned, such events
are by invitation only - hardly a reason
in sight to gatecrash such an event -
too close for my comfort with
                    that audible murmuring.