A Canticle for Freddie Knuckles
A Prayer, a Benediction, a Curse
A Process of Decomposition 6 - 9
Common Themes in European Fascism Volume 1: Class and Socialist Rhetoric
Common Themes in European Fascism Volume 2: Myth and Tradition
Common Themes in European Fascism Volume 3: Two Definitions of Fascism
From the Highest Point of the Park You Turn Right and Descend into the Valley Once Filled by a Lake
In the Ruined Chapel the Wind Sings
It Would Melt in My Hand: Seven Haiku by Basho (and a Song Cycle)
Our Lives Are Expressions of Light (For Mary)
Peering into Caledonia We Dream of Italy, the Sun, Olive Groves
The Body of a Brazilian Trans-ual ((For Suzanne Moore)
The First Tree in the Greenwood It Was the Holly
The Window Is Nailed and Boarded Through Which I Saw the West
Three Tracks Drawn from Memory
Treatise pp. 168 - 173 (Two Sections)
Two Reflections on Classical Music
Wood / doublealbumbootleg (Led Zeppelin)
An Evocation of a Proximity Sensor
Dumbarton's Drums (For Jean Redpath)
Music for a White (After Purcell)
The White Hare of the Calder Water (For Thomas Veldon)
Minimal and Unpretentious (Ars Sonor & elizabeth Veldon)
Bigot See, Bigot Do (P6, elizabeth Veldon)
Ginsburg Simply Chants (P6, elizabeth Veldon)
Hydrotherapy (P6, elizabeth Veldon)
Koresh Rules (P6, elizabeth Veldon)
Sanctus Satanus (P6, elizabeth Veldon)
Sleigh to the Rhythm (P6, elizabeth Veldon)
Social Chernobyl (P6, elizabeth Veldon)
A Fug High in the Air (elizabeth Veldon & Ars Sonor)
The City Gradually Became Enveloped in a Light (elizabeth Veldon & Ars Sonor)
The Smallest Sound (elizabeth Veldon & Dave Fuglewicz)
Key Feed Back Phase (elizabeth Veldon & Jared Balogh)
Practice 1 (elizabeth Veldon, Mary Knox)
Practice 2 (elizabeth Veldon, Mary Knox)
Practice 3 (elizabeth Veldon, Mary Knox)
'David Rending the Jaws of the Lion' Amidst a Score of Broken Cross-slabs
'David Rending the Jaws of the Lion' Amidst a Score of Broken Cross-slabs
'If I Shout Loud Enough I Will Drown Out Your Voice'
'It Is Not Strange to See a Ghost. If I Encounter a Ghost Again, I Will Accept It As My Passenger.'
'Someone Whose Face I Didn't See Was in the Woods with Me Last Night'
'These Aren't Ghosts - They're Robots!'
'What Kind of Reeds You Using?' 'Ones That Make Me Play Really Slowely.'
'Young People Feel Strongly Chagrined
+70 (On the Liberation of Auschwitz)
1. Where Are Those Who Went Before Us, Those Other Selves
2. These Men, These Interlopers
3. You Asked Me Toforget These Words
3. Your Child Is Bathed in Light
4. There Where Two Languages Coiled Around My Tongue
A Branch Was Sheared Off in the Storm but the Tree Survived
A Bucket Full of Light, a Cupped Hand Filled with Sky
A Canticle for Frankie Knuckles
A Childhood of Tape Hiss and Violence
A Commotion Amongst the Sheep As They Call the Lambs
A Condition Both of the Interior and Of
A Dream Which May Contain a Clue to the Identity of the Killer
A Dream of Spaceships and Singing Birds
A Fantasia on 'God Rest You Merry Gentlemen'
A Fantasia on 'god Rest You Merry Gentlemen'
A Feather on the Breath of God
A Final Look Around Before Heading Off God Knows Where
A Final Movement for Candy Darling After She's Dea
A Flock of Geese Passing in the Evening
A Handwriting Exercise for Michel Foucault
A History of Britain and Ireland in Twelve Parts
A History of Fields and Industry
A Lecture on Nothing or Rather
A Lecture on Oil for Joseph Beuys/ a New Scottish Symphony
A Man Shot by the River, in Sunlight, in Light
A Meditation on the Book of Job
A Moment of Indecision Which Can Never Be Forgoten
A Path Between Baldernock Kirk and the Auld Wife's Lifts
A Path Between Mugdock Wood and Craigallan Loch
A Portrait of the Artist As a Middle Aged Woman Who Smiles at Dogs and Children
A Prayer, a Benediction, a Curse
A Radical Discontinuity in Our Relationship with the Dead
A Reflection on the History of Radio Astronomy
A Repeated Phrase Suggesting a Journey
A Representation of T S Elliot at St Martins in the Field
A Ritual for Cleansing a New House
A Ruined Hut Beset by the Winds
A Ship of Ghosts Brought Me Here
A Short Discourse on the Great Depression and It's Effects on Glasgow and the Clyde Valley
A Short Field Recording Captured at the Roman Bath House, Roman Road, Bearsden
A Short Note About Economic Deprivation in the Monklands Area
A Short Note on the Prevalence of Anti-transgender Narratives
A Short Piece for Guitar and Found Objects
A Sleeping Giant Which May Be a Warrior Turned from Balfron but Expressing It in a Dream
A Slender Young Tree Uprooted in the Wind
A Song for Our New Home in the Kuiper Belt
A Soul Cake, a Soul Cake, Please Good Missus a Soul Cake
A Speck of Dust Set in Darkness
A Study Towards 'To Describe a Photograph'
A Study at Several Orders of Magnitude
A Study for a Second Album of Incidental Music for Doctor Who
A Study of Two Relative Masses
A Suite for Florence Marryat and That Other World 1. Only Perfected
A Suite for Florence Marryat and That Other World 3. Your Child Is Bathed in Light
A Suite for Florence Marryat and That Other World 4. Muslin, Wires and Release
A Sustained Five Minute Scream for the Victims of Arial Bombardment
A Thin Metallic Voice Laughing High Up in the Tower
A Torn Piece of Paper Becoming Spontaneously Whole
A Tribute to the Topic Folk Samplers
A Vocal Exercise for Rhondalea
A Windy, Noisy Day, Which Filled the House and the Gardens with a Restless Impression
A Woman Stops to Put on Her Gloves Outside Queen Street Station
Above Thy Deep and Dreamless Sleep the Silent Stars Go By
Above Thy Deep and Dreamless Sleep
Accessing the Qur'an Through the Ghost of Western Church Music
Adam Lay Ibowndyn, Bowndyn in a Bond
Adendum: Spring Has Now Unwrapped the Flowers, the Day Is Fast Reviving
Aedh Tells of the Rose of His Heart
Aedh Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven
After Dark in the Playing Fields Part 10
After Dark in the Playing Fields Part 11
After Dark in the Playing Fields Part 12
After Dark in the Playing Fields Part 13
After Dark in the Playing Fields Part 1
After Dark in the Playing Fields Part 2
After Dark in the Playing Fields Part 3
After Dark in the Playing Fields Part 4
After Dark in the Playing Fields Part 5
After Dark in the Playing Fields Part 6
After Dark in the Playing Fields Part 7
After Dark in the Playing Fields Part 8
After Dark in the Playing Fields Part 9
After Death We Will Be Flightless Birds
After Her Fourth Confession Isobel Gowdie Fell, Consumed, Emptied
After the Wealth of Spring Comes with Poverty of Summer
All Generations Will Call Me Blessed
All I Was Saying Was 'I Love You' Repeatedly
All Is at Rest, All Is Peaceful
All Night the Wind Knocked on Our Door and in the Distance the Fields Sang
All Things Are Passing, Disolving, Fading Away: a Second Lament for John Macdonald
All the Dignity You Can Muster
All, All Are in My Thoughts Tonight Being Dead
Allepo Is Burning, the People of Allepo Are Burning
Amphibians Falling from the Super-Sargasso
An Accident While Cleaning His Gun
An Aspect of Hills in Differing Light
An Elegy on the Death of the British Heavy Metal Scene
An Empty Shadow in the Driver's Cab
An Evocation of a Proximity Sensor
An Evocation of the Cherry Blossom Festival
An Illustration of Formal Structure with Reference to Doone's Holy Sonnets
An Improvisation on Election Night
An Infinite Series for My Maths Lecturer
An Initial Period of Rapid Expansion
An Operation Is the Expression of a Relation Between the Structures of It's Result and of It's Bases
An Unsentimental Song for Andy Which Seeks to Express Love
And All the Souls on Earth Shall Sing
And As My Trembling Spirit Fly
And Descend into the Valley Once Filled by a Lake
And He Said Unto Me, Write, Blessed Are They Which Are Called Unto the Marriage Supper of the Lamb
And I Stand There, for Just a Moment,
And If That Mockingbird Won't Sing, Papa's Gonna Buy You a Diamond Ring.
And Mary Midgley Thinks They're Geniuses
And Poppy or Charms Can Make Us Sleep As Well
And Since This Traunce Begoon, She Sleepes Eu'rie Afternoone
And Then Came the Moment When the Gallows Was Erected
And Then I Think 'The Sun Will Still Set After
And Then the Lighting of the Lamps
And There You Go, a Working Robot.
And When These Idiots 'Win'? This Is the Sound of Knowledge Dieing
And a Nightingale Sang in Village Halls
And an Angel Below Your Feel, Singing
And in the Darkening Nights the Rain Comes
And the Grandeur Which Was Rome
And the White Swan Dwelling There
Anne Bradstreet 'Before the Birth of One of Her Children'
Anne Truitt, Knight's Heritage. Wood and Acrylic Paint. 1963
Anniesland Cross As Seen from the Train Station
Another Short Walk Through a Plantation
Another Year Slips by on the Calendar
Anti-nativity 1: Mary Shelly Warms Her Dead Child by the Fire
Any Movement Beyond This in Art
Are You Sleeping, Are You Sleeping
Around the Cairn the Wagtails Are Dancing
Arrivee D'un Train En Gare a La Ciotat
Art Performs a Decorative Function
As I Walk Past the Walls of South Leith Parish Church I Think of Those Lost at Sea
As a Tribute to Marina Abramivic I Seek to Perform a Single Tone for One Hour
At Low Tide the Witches Grave Pool Is Flooded with the Song of Herons
At Shots Kirk the Covenanters Sleep and Dream of Zion
At the Closing of the Year We Remember the Dead
Atmosphere 1: on the Threashold of the Old House
Atmosphere 2: Something Moving in the Moonlight
Autumn Is Walking on Dumbrock Muir
Barbarosa, Live at 'Little Bit of Theatre Tuesday 28th May, 2012, Shalom (For Gad Beck)
Be Not Overcome of Evil, but Overcome Evil with Good
Beat the Enemy Mercilessly, Partisans!
Beautiful Pearl That Would Please a Prince, Fit to Be Mounted in Finest Gold
Because You Love to Be with Me As I Make Music I Make This Song to Help You Sleep
Because the Chill Reminds Me of Spring
Before Rome, Before This Language, I Stood Here Watching the Sheep Who in Turn Watched Me Passing
Before the City I Came Here, Before This District Was Named
Behold, and See If There Be Any Sorrow Like Unto Their Sorrow
Being an Angel Can Be Tough but Someone's Got to Cleanse the World
Bennie's Railplane Hangs Suspended Over the Moor As You Look Down on the Heather
Between Dumbreck and Earl's Seat the Eye Catches Endless Sky
Between Frost and Sun Falls the Shadow
Between Two Rivers 1. a Death Between Two Rivers
Between Two Rivers 2. from Here I Can See the Tigris Flow
Between Two Rivers 3. a Lonely Death in a Room without a Window and No Sound of Water
Between a Gallows and a Drowning Pool
Between the Grafton Centre and King Street I Realised
Between the Raised Beaches and Fintray Bay the Mainland Recedes
Between the Soft Moor and the Soft Sky
Beyond All This There Is a Joy Unending and Open Like the Sky
Beyond the Pavement, in the Darkness
Birds Feeding, Milngavie 10.01.13
Birds Held Up Their Arms Asif to Receive the Gifts of Meditation Raining Down from Heaven
Birds Pecking at a Window Announce a Death
Black Dogs, Anomalous Animals and Liminal Spaces
Black Hole 2. Hawkins' Radiation
Black Wing, Brown Wing, Hover Over
Blossom Trees in a Time of Plague
Blue Skies Flood Across the Firth
Book Learning Is a Threat to National Security
Bounded by Water We Filled This Valley with Graves
Bow-wow./ the Watch-dogs Bark./ Bow-wow.
Bow-wow./ the Watch-dogs Bark./ Bow-wow.
Brenhilda Sleeps with a Shag's Nest in Her Ribcage
Bridget Riley, Study for Black to White Discs 1961 Emulsion on Canvas
Britain Before the Norman Conquest. Scale 1: 625 000
Building on a Grain of Dirt Like an Oyster
Burnt Norton, Section 2. Ll. 1 - 15
By Ditton Meadows You Walked and Walk There Still, a Gladness Unfolding in the Air
By Diverse Schemes Which Always Scar the Landscape
By Easter Carbeth, There We Sat Down, Yea, We Wept, When We Remembered Zion
By Kilchattan Bay the Light Falls Like Rain
By Late Afternoon All Eyes Turn Towards the Clock, All Minds Towards Love
By Speaking We Cause Offence Therefore We Speak
Call the Robbin Redbreast and the Wren
Call the Robin Red Breast and the Wren
Calling Home 'Job Done, We're on Our Way Back'
Came We Then to the Bounds of Deepest Water
Can Not Be Done So at the Expense of the Decorative,
Change and Decay All Around I See
Charlie Is Taking a Bath in Abie Loch and the Sun Is Dancing
Charlie and Ibrahim Are Walking in Milngavie and a Band Is Playing
Christ Reborn As Twins on the Streets of Cambridge
Cindy Said That She Will Only Listen to Music Which Brings Her Joy
Clabbernappers, Mawkins and Thrummy-caps
Cloud Neighbourhood It Stops in Time
Coda: Fled Is That Music:—Do I Wake or Sleep
Cold Night: the Wild Duck, Sick, Falls from the Sky and Sleeps Awhile
Cold and Hungry I Came to This Place and There Was a Fire Burning
Come Not to Sojourn, but Abide with Me
Come Ogoun and Lay Waste Their Record Deals
Competition Drives Natural Selection Which Drives What We Call 'Evolution'
Contemplating Invasion, the Fate of Europe, Ashes
Could You Please Stop Raping Me 1
Countries and Distances Separate Us and Distance Is
Dante and Beatrice in Paradise: the Problem of Romanticism and the Reality of the Female
Daphne Oram's Satellite Dream Rendered As a Lullaby.
Data Transmissions from the Limits of the Sun
Decapitation and Burial with the Head Placed Between the Legs
Deep Autumn - My Neighbour, How Does He Live, I Wonder?
Deeper Than Did Ever Plummet Sound
Defining Place by It's Dislocation
Deptford Creek Is Lost Whereon Elizabeth Knighted Drake Upon the Golden Hynd
Derek Jarman, Sightless. Oil on Photocopies on Canvas, April 1993
Derselbige Jünger War Dem Hohenpriester Bekannt
Diamond Patterns Were Cut in the Concrete
Diamond Patterns Where Cut in the Concrete
Disused Anti-Aircraft Gun Control Centre, the Kyber Field, Mugdock Country Park
Disused Anti-aircraft Gun Control Centre, the Kyber Field, Mugdock Country Park
Douglas Byng Suffers Transmogrification into the Form of a Bird
Dr Who at the Two Apple Trees Workshop
Dreaming of Rivers 1. the Wells Are Dry, the Water Table Lowerd
Dreaming of Rivers 2. I Once Spoke Italian and Drempt of Asti Spumante
Dreaming of Rivers 3. Dieing Where There Is No Sound of Water
Dumbarton's Drums They Sound Sae Bonny and They Remind Me O' My Johnnie
E Mentr Io Li Cantava Cotai Note- O Ira O Cosienza Che L Mordesse- Forte Spinfava Con Anbo Le Piote
Earth Stood Hard As Iron, Water Like a Stone
East Coker, Section 2. Ll. 38 - 51
Eight Thousand Years of Allepo Are Burning
Ely Cathedral, West Door 15/09/19
En Meditativ Fred För Laetitia Schteinberg
Encompass Me in Your Eyes' Wild Calm
Entertaining All Sorts of Thoughts with the Finest Tea and Some Nice Cake
Erwäge, Wie Sein Blutgefärbter Rücken
Europe As the Source of Religious Intolerance, Pestulance and Expansionist Aggression
Every Tongue Tells of Thomas Weelkes
Everything I Know About Football
Evolfodoofehtebcisucfi Play On, Play On
Fairie Rings/ a Parlement of Foules
Farms and Villages Blossoming Like Flowers
Fascist Pricks Need to Read Some History
Fear Not: for I Have Redeemed Thee, I Have Called Thee by Thy Name- Thou Art Mine
Film Music for a Lost Tarkovsky Film
Five Books by Agathia Christie
Five Poems from 'The Man with the Night Sweats'
Five Variations on 'Hail the Conquering Hero'
Five Variations on the Gettysburg Address
Flow Gently, Sweet Afton, Among Thy Green Braes
Flow, My Tears, Fall from Your Springs
Fodor and Piattelli-Palmarini Evoke 'The Mind That Selects' and Up Pops God
Folk Music As a Parasitic Infection
Folk Song Is Not Art Song: J'accuse Hanna Tuulikki
Following in Father's Footsteps
For Amber Maxwell Who Knew All the Worker's Songs
For Ariana Grande in Recognition of Her Desperation
For God's Invincible Spring Our Love Is Made Afraid
For I Will Consider My Cat Nickholas
For Islan Nettles, Beaten to Death Outside a Police Station
For L Who Died a Hundred Different Ways
For Lydia Who Gives Expression to Flowers
For Me to Be on a Calfskin Rug
For My Father, His Rotting Memory
For Nicky Who's Dreams Manifest Bluebells
For the Birds on St Valentines Day
For the M8 Which Kills the Sky When You Climb the Steps of Anderston Train Station
Four Gestures Towards a Lost Girlhood
Four Jazzmen Manifesting Birdland
Four Notes Fall Over Each Other Racing for the Door
Four Painted Benches at Aubury Boating Pond with Their Backs to a Blue Hut
Four Songs for Other Combatants
Four Thousand Years Reckoned As a Song
Frere Jacques, Frere Jacques, Dormez-vous? Dormez-vous?
Frescobaldi Salutes the Work of the Pisan Prison Guards and I Agree
From Depth of Sin, and from a Deep Despair, from Depth of Death, from Depth of Heart's Sorrow
From Dumgoyne Comes Autumn Dressed in New Clothes
From This Vantage Point I Can See the Whole Phylogenetic Tree
From a Distant Point Everything Is at Peace and There Is No Pain. Thus Is the Mind of God
From the Highest Point of the Park You Turn Right
Frost Turns the Grass White and in the Night the Foxes Call
Frère Jacques, Frère Jacques, Dormez-Vous? Dormez-Vous?
Full Interview for 'We Need No Swords'
Gaston Maspero, Director General of Excavations and Antiquities
Generation -1: So Is My Heart When I Remember Home
Generation 0: Our Parents Told Us to Always Remember Home, the Evening Star
Generation 1: Our Home Is in the Stars, We Have Been Gifted a New Sky
Ghost 1. Calling Spirits in a Low Voice
Ghost 3. Uncovering the Names of Ghosts
Ghost 5. a Blank Recording Which Allows Sounds to Be Heard
Ghosts 2. Capturing Ghosts on Film
Giovanni Alvise presents a Motet to Francesco Gonzaga of Mantua Under a Venetian Sun
Glengoyne Surrenders to Winter and All the Valleys Fill with Snow
Go On, Have a Drink. Jusy One Wee Drink. What Do You Mean You Don't Drink
Go, Passions, to the Cruel Fair
God's Turning Away in the Camps
Golden Lads and Lassies Must As Chimney Sweeps All Turn to Dust
Good Friday: the Revolt of Nature As Mary's Grief
Gurdjieff's Short Lived Pop Career
Gustav Mahler. Kindertotenlieder
H He Li Be B C N O F Ne Ma Mg Al Si Ci Ar
He Leadeth Me the Quiet Waters By
Her Body a Bulb in the Cold to Dumb to Think
Her Her Hers, Language Which Is Lost, Silent
Her Ne Scealt Þu Timbrien, Ne Nenne Tun Habben
His Eye Will Freeze in the Wood
His Golden Locks Time Hath to Silver Turned
History of Us, We Living Things
Hitler and Mussolini Are Only Historical Figures Manifesting a Particular Trait in European Politics
Hooliganism Has a Long History Particularly Amongst Women
Horst Wessel Wishes You a Happy Mayday
How Like a Winter Hath My Absence Been from Thee
How Often/ Did Her High Breasts Meet the Spray/ How Often Die Down
How St. Piran Came to Cornwall
Hush, Little Baby, Don't Say a Word
Hwær Cwom Mearg? Hwær Cwom Mago? Hwær Cwom Maþþumgyfa?
I Am Dead and When There Are No People
I Am Death and None Can Tell I Open the Door to Heaven and Hell
I Am Sitting in Your Garden, Can You See Me
I Believe There Will Be Saying of Mass and Singing of Dirges, I Had No Notion They Came So Dear
I Can Not Love This Damp Climate but Sometimes It Shocks Me with It's Beauty
I Close My Eyes and I Slip Away
I Don't Care About the presents Underneath the Christmas Tree
I Had Spent So Long with Death I Had Become Unalive
I Have Become As Sounding Brass, or a Tinkling Cymbal
I Have Been Dreaming of Light and My Dreams Are Answered by Twilight
I Have Been Opening the Windows to Let in Light
I Have Cut the Thread, I Have Stilled the Wheel
I Have Reached This Age and I Should Not Be Listening to the Dead Music of My Youth
I Have Taken the Military Roads
I Have Whirled the Midwife's Extractor
I Haw Seen Elf-arrwows Maid. the Divell Dights Them, and the Elf-boyes Quhytes Them
I Know That I Shall Meet My Fate Somewhere Among the Clouds Above
I Know Where the Cold Seeps into the House
I Know the Brightest Spots in the House and I Go There to Welcome Spring
I Lost My Heart to a Starship Butcher
I Noticed a Woman Looking at Evacuees Hair and Opening Their Mouths
I Once Spoke Italian and Drempt of Asti Spumante
I Saw Stars Falling from the Sky
I Saw a Beautiful Woman Ascending Over the Banks of the Waters
I Saw the Wizard of West Bow Astride a Headless Horse As I Assended to Victoria Street
I Stumbled Through Youth and Gained Little but Scars
I Was Brave on My First Day at School
I Watched the Spring Flowers Come Out of Darkness, Bright with Hope and the Turning of the Year
I Will Allow Myself to Find the Still Point at Which I Can Express My Sorrow for This Loss
I Will Conclude This with a Short Account of the Successful Laying of a Ghost
I Will Fill the Pit of Hell with Jinn and Men
I Woke - I Did, Indeed - A Million Years Before the Blooming Su
I Woke Up and Could Not See the Campsies 1
I Woke Up and Could Not See the Campsies 2
I Woke Up and Could Not See the Campsies
I'm Waiting for Manic Miner to Load at a Friend's House and It's the 1980s
Ic eom heard on scearp Ingonges strong
If All Objects Are Given, Then at the Same Time All Possible States of Affairs Are Given
If God Is Present God Is in the Woods at Culloden
If I Can Shoot Rabbits Then I Can Shoot Fascists 1
If I Can Shoot Rabbits Then I Can Shoot Fascists 2
If I Was a Shepherd, I Would Bring a Lamb
If I Where a Wise Man, I Would Do My Part
If We Are Very Quiet and Very Still Nothing Will Happen
If We Keep Going We'll Reach Town and Be Safe
If We Loose the Location of Their Graves We Loose a Part of Our History
If We Shadows Have Offended Think on This and All Is Mended
If We Shadows Have Offended, Think but This, and All Is Mended
If We're Fighting for a Cause Then Let's Fight for a Cause
If We're Fighting for a Cause Then Let's Fight for a F-ing Cause
If You Have to Protest for a Centrist Politics Then There's Something Wrong
Improvisation for Electric Organ
Improvisation in Three Movements
In Life, in Death, Oh Lord, Abide with Me
In My Dream I Was Standing Behind the Market but I Could Not Recognise the Street
In Spite of That, We Call This Friday Good
In That Sun All Time Dissolves and We Are Singing Morley As We Walk in the Park
In the Chapter House Part 1: Between Each Breath You Can Hear the Dead Singing
In the Chapter House Part 2: the Sleeping Lions Rest, Curved in Stone
In the Dark Woods/ Who Is That Dancing
In the Darkening Night the Trees Are Falling Asleep
In the North There Is a Bath of Stars
In the Ruined Chapel the Grail Is Bathed in Light
In the Vision I Saw Myself As the Twelve Disciples Were Stoning Me and Persecuting [Me Severely]
Indeed, Cancer Can Be Streached Much Further Than Syphilis As a Metaphore
Information Trapped in the Depths of the Planet Machines
Introduction. La Vita Nuova: Woman As Myth/ Myth As Woman and the Mythologising of the Feminine
Iona 10: a Meditation on the Enduring Power of Iona
Iona 3: Iona Sings Popular Music
Iona 5: Iona Interrupts Popular Music
Iona 6: Iona and Her Mother Perform
Iona 7: Iona Samples Her Own Sounds
Iona 9: Iona Settles Down to Sleep
Is Your Name in the Book of Life
It Is Always Possible to Construe Logic in Such a Way That Every Proposition Is It's Own Proof
It Is an Odd, Whimsical, Straggling Looking Town and Runs Up for a Mile
It Will Not Be Long, Love, Until Our Wedding Day
It Would Melt in My Hand - The Autumn Frost
It Would Melt in My Hand: Seven Haiku by Basho
It's OK If Your Batteries Die, We Will Cradle You Even Though You're Far Away
Jamie Foyers' Dream of the Rood
Johannes Vermeer. View of Delft C. 1660-1661 Oil on Canvas38 3/4 X 46 1/4 In.
John Cage Has Left the Building
Knee Deep in the Blood of Your Opinions
Last Night I Followed Your Ghost from Stourbridge Common to Baits Bite Lock
Last Time I Came O'er the Muir
Laughing Children Provide a Wonderful Subject for a Photo Study
Let Us Crown Ourselves with Rosebuds, Before They Be Withered:
Let Us Fill Ourselves with Costly Wine and Ointments: and Let No Flower of the Spring Pass by Us:
Like Waking Refreshed from a Long Sleep
Like the Shriek of a Bat, Only Ten Times Intensified
Little Bit of Theatre Two: Session Extract
Live Soundtrack to Jarman's 'Journey to Avebury'
Live at 'Little Bit of Theatre Tuesday 28th May, 2012
Live at 'a Little Bit of Theatre' Tuesday 28th May, 2012
Live at Blackfriers, Glasgow. 25th of June 2013
Low Cloud Masks Dumbrock Muir and the Plantation Falls into Silence
Mars and Venus Hang in the Sky
Mary Shelly's Frankenstein As a Radical Puncturing of Male Idealism Part 1
Mary Shelly's Frankenstein As a Radical Puncturing of Male Idealism Part 2
Me Rewath, Marie, Thi Faire Rode.
Me Reweth, Marie, Thi Sone and The.
Mercury Messenger of the Gods, Path to Knowlage
Mickey Mouse Wanders the French Countryside with a Bloody Knife
More Glitch Than Most Noise Artist's Glitch
Mummy's Going to Buy You a Mocking Bird
Music for a Lost Tarkovsky Film
Music for an Optimistic Futurism
Music from the Film Where He Dreamt He Had Died
My Brother Haunts Newmarket Road, Crossing and Recrossing for Eternity
My Brother's Sudden Death and Possible Proofs for the Existance of Spirits
My Card Has Expired - Improvisation for Credit Card and Tape Loop Edit for Travis Johnson
My Hand Is on the Wall of the Caves in Chauvet
My Hand Is on the Walls of the Caves in Chauvet
Myth As a Function of Political Power
Nam Sibyllam Quidem Cumis Ego Ipse Oculis Meis Vidi in Ampulla Pendere, Et Cum Illi...
Nazi Ghost Robot Control Centre
Never Trust a Fascist Who Talks About Class
Not Fare Well, but Fare Forward, Voyagers.
Notes Towards a Model of the Economic Redistribution of Poetry
Now More Than Ever Seems It Rich to Die
Now You Have Caused Me Pain for the First Time
O Wind, Forgi'e a Hameless Loon That Canna See for Tears!
OS Explorer Sheet 348 Campsie Fells
Ode to St. Cecilia That I May Learn the Patience of an Artist
Off to Aragon to Smash a Commune with Franco
Oh Horsie Keep Your Tail Up, Keep Your Tail Up
Oh the Broom, the Bonnie, Bonnie Broom
Oh the Broom, the Bonny Bonny Broom
Old December's Bareness Everywhere
Old Sequins and Old Breastplates
Old Souls Torn and Hung at Tobar Na Coille
On Blairskaith Muir Distances Are Unresolved and the Hills Are Ours
On Cu Chuimne of Iona's 'Cantemus in Omne Die'
On Finding a Box Full of Old Poems
On Passing the New Menim Gate/ on Crossing the Drumochter Pass
On the Coldest Night of the Year We Measure Our Own Breath As If It Represented a Loss
Once Out of Nature I Shall Never Take/ My Bodily Form from Any Natural Thing
One Million Longings Hung from the Branches at Tobar Na Coille
Only the Dead Have Seen the Outer Lands
Opening/ Closing Credits: the Coming Storm
Orange Tip Butterflies in the Bushes
Our Bodies Are Ours, Our Lives Are Ours, Our Choices Are Ours - We Do with Them As We See Fit
Our Lives Are Expressions of Light
Our Parents Told Us to Always Remember Home, the Evening Star
Our Voices When Raised Together
Overlap of 8 Minutes Splitsecond Sunshine
Overriding the Impulses of the Lower Brain 1
Overriding the Impulses of the Lower Brain 2
Overriding the Impulses of the Lower Brain 3
Parable of the Old Man and the Young
Passing a Dark Doorway Late at Night
Pharaoh Sanders Has a Master Plan
Piet Mondrian, Composition with Red, Yellow and Blue. 1924. Oil on Canvas
Plump and Tempting in My Short Petticoat He Couldnt Resist
Postscript: a Stipend for the Organist
Preliminary Map Showing Sphere of Action of British Antarctic Expedition 1910 - 1913
Processing the Body As the Possession of the Deceased
Put These Seeds in Your Pocket
Q. Why Are the Flowers So Pretty? A. Because They Are Trying to Attract Insects
Queen Victoria Battles the Infernal Machines of IKB
Rabbi Joshua Is Disciplined on Yom Kippur
Raw-heads, Tod-lowries and Boggleboes
Reading St Paul I Realised the Centrality of Empathy in Interpersonal Relationships
Red Light Fades to Pink/ the Consistency of Chalk
Red Runs Through Autumn Leafs Like Sparks Through Burning Charcoal
Regarding Paul's Essay on Love
Ritual Music for a Rational Culture 2: How Long Do We Have to Go
Rosa Luxemburg 'The Mass Strike' Part 1.
Rosa Luxemburg 'The Mass Strike' Part 2.
Ruht Wohl, Ihr Heiligen Gebeine
Saint Brynach Follows the Trail of the White Sow
Saint Brynach Kills the Pestiferous Beast of Romania
Searching in the Sun for Another Overload
Set Keel to Breakers, Forth on the Godly Sea
Set at the Head of the Tomb a Guardian Statue Made of Sycamore Blackened with Bitumen
Seven Songs for a Brave Little Ship That Will Never Come Home
Seven Years a Tongue in the Warning Bell
Seventy Seven Gestures for Hiroshima
Several Layers of Winter Für for John Cage
Several Songs in a Broken Voice
Shellycoats, Jack-in-the-wads and Wraiths
Shine Through the Gloom and Point Me to the Skies
Should Auld Acquaintance Be Forgot and Never Brought to Mind
Should Auld Acquaintance Be Forgot for the Sake of Auld Lang Syne
Sick on a Journey, My Dreams Wander the Withered Fields
Sine Wave Improvisation from the Practice Session
Sir, Your Art Is Ill Considered
Snow Covers the Machines Part 1
Snow Covers the Machines Part 2
Snow Covers the Machines Part 3
Snow Covers the Machines Part 4
Snow Flakes Caught in High Winds
So Krishna, As When He Admonished Arjuna on the Field of Battle.
Some Repetitions on Emilio Gentile's Definition of Fascism
Some Very Idle Diamonds Reset for Charles Verey
Songs for the Summer Walker in the Woods
Sound, Sound Your Instruments of Joy
Spaces Mapped by Cartographers Determining Distance
Spring Will Give You a Body Fit from the Streets
St Paul and God Clapton Jamming Part 1: Send Them Back Home in a F-ing Body Bag
St Paul and God Clapton Jamming Part 2: Brian Ferry Woz Rit!
Standing on Cult Brae Watching the Light Fall Through the Roof of a Ruined Hut
Start Up the Transformation Machine
Such Fond Delight Doth Steal Upon Me When Johnnie Kneels and Kisses Me
Sweet Thames, Run Softly, Till I End My Song
Take the Moor Path Where the Insects Sing
Tales of Ghosts Abound in Edinburgh Though I've Not Met One Yet
Ten Shaker Dances for Mother Ann Lee and Christian That He May Dance
Ten Variations on Umberto Eco's Definition of Fascism
Tethered to the Ground with a Stake
Tha Bùird Is Tàirnean Air an Uinneig Trom Faca Mi an Àird Lar
That Song Has Became a Boat Out on the Loch in the Sunshine
That When I Waked I Cried to Dream Again
The 30th Fire, Possibly More to Follow
The Antonine Wall 1:25 000 Map
The Arms and Legs of the Children of the Sun God
The Asthetic Pleasure to Be Derived from Art,
The Aurora Borealis Burn in Winter
The Banks of the Sweet Primroses
The Black Sand Beaches of Whaler's Bay
The Body of a Brazilian Trans-ual
The Butterfly Is a Symbol of the Soul
The Campsie Fells Are Heaped in Snow
The Clouds Are Walking in the Hills
The Colours without a Language to Call It Sun'
The Corn It Ripens Fastest When the Frosts Are Setting In
The Creation, and Adam and Eve
The Daily Visitations of the Clatter
The Daughters of Ava Are Walking Down Sauchiehall Street and They Are Singing
The Dead Are Distant Stars We Can Never Reach
The Deep Chill Is Starting to Set in It's Going to Be Harder to Escape
The Dove Descending Breaks the Air
The Drystane Dyke and the Trees Burnished Gold by the Setting Sun
The Eleventh Part of the Night
The English and Their Dogs 3: Jack Russell
The English and Their Dogs 6: English Sheepdog
The Erymanthian Boar Gorges on Adonis
The Ever Present Fear of Violence
The Fells Are a Mass of Snow Piled at the Edge of the Village
The Ferns Are Nodding Their Heads As Autumn Passes
The First Flowers Are Raising Their Voices
The First Time I Ever Saw a Fox
The Fruit Between My Lips to Clotted Blood Was Transubstantiate
The Fury of Aerial Bombardment
The Garden Is Falling Asleep and in It's Sleep It Dreams of Winter
The Garden Is Filling with Rain
The Ghost of Christmas Present
The Giants Who Built the Mount
The Gradient of the Sky from Soft Cornflower to Radiant Lavender to Dusty Gold
The Growing Terror of Nothing to Think About
The Hall and Staircase Seemed to Be Unusually Full of What I Can Only Call Movement without Sound
The Hanged Man of St. George's Cross
The Hazy Light of a Spring Morning
The Hills Are Dressed in White
The Idiot Foot Soldier You Laugh at Today Will Be Pissing on the Floor of Your Parliament Tomorrow
The Infernal Machines of Victorian Britain
The Joy of Taarof Was Destroyed by the Revolution
The Lie of a Common Folk Tradition and Shared National History
The Lights Are Out, the Pub Shut
The Lonely Verstman Was Often in My Thoughts
The Lower Levels of Angels, Even, Are Bathed in Grace
The Machines Fall Silent, All Machines Fall Silent, and You Sleep with Us and Dream of Summer
The Map Erases Itself As You Walk
The March of the Broken Robots
The Met Office: Heavy Rain, Nazi Ghosts Following
The Moment Before the Train Sways
The Morning Comes to Consciousness
The Only Traces of Them Left Are the Lines on the Wall and One Accordian Song
The Palsy Is a Cancer Effecting One Hemisphere
The Penitent Prisoner Kneels in Prayer Before the Central Inspection Tower
The Penitent Soul Finds Forgiveness
The Perfect Blue Sky Drops Leafs to Us As If Bestowing a Benediction
The Phantoms of the Seven Hunters
The Psycho-Geography of Tooting Bec Common
The Psycho-geography of Tooting Bec Common
The Pure Water, Filled with Light
The Radio Station Is Playing 'Stranger on the Shore' and It Is Raining
The Recording Angel of Llangernyw Yew
The Resurrected Soul Is As a Leaf Opening in the Spring
The Ruin/ Ubi Sunt Qui Ante Nos Fuerunt
The Sad and Lonely Death of Pee Wee Herman
The Sheep on the Hillside Are Patient, Waiting for Spring
The Slow Death of Knowledge at the Hands of a Moral Philosopher
The Solace of Communal Worship
The Tiny Yellow Flowers of the Blooming Gorse
The Town Rests in a Bay of Hills
The Transmogrification of Base Materials
The Trees Are Alive with Bird Song
The Trees Are Alive with Birdsong
The Trees Are Fruiting, the First Leaves Have Fallen
The Trees Are Nodding Their Heads and in the Night the Fox Calls
The Triumph of Spring Prefigured in the Triumph of the Snow
The Unity of Divinity and the World, the Cardinal Points, the Four Elements
The Voices of Shadows Muttering Over Split Lives
The Wallbrook Delineates Londinium
The Weimar Artists Are All in Exile or Dead
The Whirling Knife Jazz Piano of Elizabeth Veldon
The White Hare of the Calder Water
The Window Is Nailed and Boarded Through Which I Saw the West
The Window Opening No, Already Opened Nothing but the Wind Up
The Woman Directed Him, 'Please Go to the Minamihama
The World Will End with Foxes Calling
The Year Slips on the Calendar
The Year We Missed the Bluebells
The Yellow Flowers of the Blooming Gorse Bushes
The Young in One Another's Arms, Birds in the Trees, —Those Dying Generations—
Their Laughter a Mist in My Ears
Their Works Are Like a Mirage in a Desert
Then Phaetron Saw the World on Every Side Ablaze
There Are Foxes in the Long Grass Boardering the Fields and They Are Singing
There Is No Rose of Swych Vertu
There Is Someone Moving in the House, I Can Hear Them. I Can Hear Them
There Is Something in Your House and It's Dark
There Is Something in the House
There Is a Green Hill Far Away Outwit the Walls
There Where Angels Dancing at the Ritz
There's No Fairies in a Wish 'ouse? There's On'y a Token
There's Something Wrong. Listen
There's a Kiss in Store or Meby More for You My Dear
Therefore Art in Itself Contains No Truth.
These Cats Are Phantoms Dreaming of the Victorian Dead
They Are Smashing Instruments in the Streets
They Died for What - A Dyeing Monarch, a Class System, the Fag End of Victoriana
They Have All Gone into the World of Light
They Have Destroyed the Archives, Soon There Will Be Nothing Left
They Have Lulled Us to Sleep and in That Sleep We Dream of Music
They Painted It Blue to Hide It from the Sky
They Rest As If in Their Mother's House
They Say Horses Don't Like the Spot Even Now
They and I but Lived Where Motley Is Worn
This Autumn - Why Am I Growing Old? Bird Disappearing Among Clouds
This Far Out There Is Only Cold, Cold and the Violence of Eternity
This Road - No One Goes Down It, Autumn Evening
This Track Is Silent. This Track Is Sopa
This Year and On, a Slow Acumilation of Ages
Thornset Orange Berries Cluster/ Flamin', Beauty-Fain.
Those Images Which Yet Other Images Beget/ That Dolphin Torn, That Gong-Tormented Sea
Though Fortune Where Not Blind
Three Cambridge Dons Rush to Release a Press Statment Before the Feast of the Epiphany
Three Days Out We Sang Songs and Tried to Forget Earth While Around Us the Wind Sang
Three Finger Exercises for Arthur Doyle
Three Monsters for Halloween: Zombie
Three Monsters for Halloween: the Wendigo
Three Movements Towards and Away from Sleep
Three School Stories After Rowling
Three Standard Measures of Inequality
Through the Rude Wind's Wild Lament
Through the Straights of Gibraltar
Throwing Sticks into the Branches to Get Conkers We Never Realized We Disturbed Their Roost
Thursday: and That Was the Beginning of My Misery
Thurston Moore Sings the Songs of the Man's Rights Movement
Time, the Deer, Is in the Wood of Hallaig
To Call It Sun What Will Raise It's Head to See
To Die As the Foxglove Is Blooming
To Make Up for the Honey I've Taken 01:29
To Record, to Remember, He Who Remembers
To Sit Atop a Pile of Shattered Rood Screens
Tom Weir Can Not See the Carved Faces on the Auld Wife's Lifts
Tower Block/ Anniesland Cross As Seen from the Train Station
Tuesday: a Man of Sorrows, and Aquanted with Grief
Twelve Drummers Laying Down a Groove
Two Fawns Crash Through the Woods Ahead of Us
Two Short Walks Around Women in the English Theatre
Two Ten Second Sections of Unpleasant Noise Interspersed with Forty Seconds of Silence
Uncerne Earne Hwelp Bireð Wulf to Wuda
Under an Eternal Sun You Where a Thing of Filth from Head to Foot
Variations on an Anthem for an Imagined Country
Verdi Was a State Lackie but Even He Knew Slaves Revolt
Voice 2: Not for the Fire That's in Me Now
Wake Me with Tears in Your Eyes
Walking Back Wrapped in the Sunset
Walking Past Broken Streetlights
Walking Towards Kozma Cove Bathed in the Summer Light
Was Cornelius Cardew Dangerous?
Was for an Appil, an Appil That He Tok, As Clerkis Fyndyn Wretyn in Here Book.
Wash Hair Your Your Comb, Face,
Wash Your Hair, Comb Your Face
Watched by Wading Birds the Stones Walk Towards the Firth
We Also Went Down to the Broomielaw, a Long, Busy, Crowded Quay Like Our Own Canny Quayside
We Are Balancing on a Broken Chair but We Will Not Fall
We Are Caught in Time, Caught in This Blaze of Green
We Are Free, Even Now We Are Free
We Are Free, Even Under Roman Rule
We Are Full of Memories, Full of Loss
We Fall into Sleep Murmuring 'Time Stands Still'
We Fell in Love and Called a Press Conference
We Have Come to Understand the Cold
We Left Our Traces on Bouvet Island
We Must Take Ownership of Our Bodies, Define Them in a Ways Which Exclude Patriarchal Discourse
We Must Understand the Interconected Nature of Systems of Opression
We Plough the Fields, and Scatter the Good Seed on the Land
We Protest Because to Stop Protesting Is to Die
We Romanticise Remote Places but the Countryside Is a Space in Which Labour and Commerce Are Enacted
We Saw Horses Dancing on Tower Road, Near the Kirk
We Saw Oceanus for the First Time
We Set Up Mast and Set Sail on That Sweet Ship
We Set Up Mast and Set Sale on That Sweet Ship
We Talk Endlessly of Home and the Perfect Blue of the Mare Nostrum
We Walked Back to the Cafe While the Tide Grew Petulant
We Walked Out at Morning and Never Looked Back, Never Considered the Past
We Walked Towards an Age Represented by the Distant Hills
We Will Name the Four Hundred and Eighty Five Dead
Wha the Deil Can Hinder the Wind to Blaw
What Can I Give Him, Poor As I Am
What Did Your Last Soldier Die Of?
What Freezings Have I Felt, What Dark Days Seen!
What More Can I Do? Cause Baby All I Want for Christmas Is You You
What Persists? What Walls Still Stand?
What Times We Had but They're All Gone, Memories and Dust
What Would Ingmar Bergman Say or Victor Sjöström Even?
When I Am Dead I Will Miss the Bluebells
When I Die Bury Me with My Head Towards the Sea So That I May Be Reborn As a Wave
When I Go - May I Not Go too Soon
When I Grow Up I'll Never Take Pictures of Children without Asking Their Permission First
When I Return, and to Real Music Making,/ and Play That Prelude, How Will It Happen Then
When Shall I See the White-Thorn Leaves Agen
When Shall I See the White-thorn Leaves Agen
When You Are a Child Adults Take Pictures without Asking Your Permission First
When You Die There Will Be So Many Photographs
When You Wake There Will Be So Much Love
When You Wake, You Shall Have All the Pretty Little Horses
When the Tanks Roll in They Won't Find Us Playing the National Anthem
Where Late the Sweet Birds Sang/ Old December's Bareness Everywhere
Where Late the Sweet Birds Sang
Wherein the Self Is Transformed by the Act of Giving
While Thou Art Pouring Forth Thy Soul Abroad
While in the Parks Every Voice Is Raised in Song
White Flowers As Fire Against the Castle Walls
White Flowers by the Castle Walls
Who Needs Wojciech Jerzy Has When You've Got Michael Bay?
Whoever Is Fighting Should Put Us on a Plane and Let Us Go
Why Was Not This Ointment Sold for Three Hundred Pence, and the Money Given to the Poor?
Why, Some, I Think, Come Out of the Water, and Some Out of the Ground
Wild Flowers Grow Where No One Walks
William Byrd Saw a Ghost in Tudor England
William Herschel's Music for Telescopes
Winter Is an Accumulation of Blue White Snow Drifts
With Yellow Breast and Head of Solid Gold
Women's Crafts and Women's Lives in the Art of Tracy Emin
Working with Animals Is a Source of Suffering to All of Us
Yet What Can I Give Him? Give My Heart
You Could Turn This Way, I'm Also Lonely This Autumn Evening
You Did Not Die Alone, Laika, We Are with You Forever
You Had Such a Vision of the Street As the Street Hardly Understands
You Have Been and Always Will Be the Very Image of Love
You Think This Is Ugly? It's Nothing Compared to the Hate and Violence of the Anti-Choice Lobby
You Will Find My Traces in the Fuente Del Salin
You Will Find My Traces in the Fuente del Salín
a Celebration of Degenerate Art
a Little Bit of Tape Here, a Bit of WD-40 There...
a Suite for Florence Marryat and That Other World 2. These Men, These Interlopers
a short reflection on historic working class opposition to fascism
and All the Bells on Earth Shall Ring
and Those Taken in Storms, in Coffin Ships, in Wars
but the Very Next Day You Gave Me Some Improv
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ere a Wise Man, I Would Do My Part
from the Highest Point of the Park You Turn Right
have been repeating the same sequence again and again and nothing has changed
in Spite of That, We Call This Friday Good
ommit a Multitude of Sins and Deeds of Lawlessness
ter Our End There Is No Returning: for It Is Fast Sealed, So That No Man Cometh Again.
the Butterfly Is a Symbol of the Soul
the Houses Look Like Painted Scenes Against the Black Backdrop of Night
the Palsey Is a Cancer Effecting One Hemesphere
the Window Opening No, Already Opened Nothing but the Wind Up
the Young Stag in Our Garden Has Proud Young Antlers
tion of Some Infinitely Gentle Infinitely Suffering Thing
to Cease Upon the Midnight with No Pain
Þis Me to Bote Þære Laþan Lætbyrde