infra​-​mince

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This is ditchburn's first album - the first of three in a seemingly fertile three-year creative spurt.

We are grateful to John Peel for noticing what we were doing.

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released June 1, 2003

Words: Robin Baillie
Music: Colin Gateley
'vanitas': Improvised by Robin Baillie & Colin Gateley
Voice:
Ruth Pelzer (boss and elysia)
Ulrika Al Khamis (crystal forest)
Piano:
Philip Keenan (en)
Painting: "Committee of Public Safety"
Robin Baillie, 1999

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Track Name: elysia
The blue and white trees
Line the motorways
On the way to Elysia.

Ars geographica.
Ars electronica.

Do you not wonder
As you pass on the outskirts,
At the masses of the digital
Hacking out pixels
From rotting monitors,
Labouring where no matter exists.

So great was your power.
So wide your fame.
Elysia™.

On the skyline
Is the memory-bank,
Compressing the fossilised dreams
Of former peoples,
Data upon data.

The gates are open
To the market place.
The eye spends itself,
Each click a graft,
Each sight a removal.

There’s a lure in the sponsored avenues,
Signposts to little Berlins.
Recreations of destructions
As coffee shop conversations,
As brainstorms.

Street vendors sell their images
Far along the malls.
Authentic as an African famine,
They give the same rush as fast-food
And then they die.

All around the fringes
Artists terrorise the poor
With their interventions.
Their concentration camp experiments
In advertisements.

And the centre is never found.
Colonists capitalise the shifting
Industrial deserts,
Framing vacuums with their
Conceptual power.
Track Name: eyeball/atget
Walk in a city
Blackened with tears,
Feeding on the signs and the branches,
Putting my mouth to huge barrels and fountains,
Dragging wrought iron under my feet.
It's love and it's beyond care.

It took place on the cobbles
A minor transaction
Payment for a piece of string or a shoelace
From one iron-shod to another.
It’s incalculable.

Float through the shades,
Moments thickening on the desktop.
They never meet their debts.
I disperse
Son father son
Holy City
In the camera
Track Name: spade
Its all in the shovels,
The hands and the effort.

The chording
Of the tapered snow shovel,
Asking for work in the winter idleness.

The close combat in the spade of the miner.

The specific upright gravity of the long handle low-lift.
See the navigator, or coolie.

Hot curled edges of the vinery furnace shovel.

The water world of the Dutch pattern turf shovel.

Peppered blade of the square-bottomed
Drain shovel.

Rand diamond shovel,
Digger of dreams, of black death.
Its head cut sharp like the spade on the card

And finally,
The ‘Special shovel for a university trip to Madagascar’,
To dig out its heart.