#homeburial

[ceejayheff]

home burial

He saw her from the bottom of the stairs Before she saw him. She was starting down, Looking back over her shoulder at some fear. She took a doubtful step and then undid it To raise herself and look again. He spoke Advancing toward her: ‘What is it you see From up there always—for I want to know.’ She turned and sank upon her skirts at that, And her face changed from terrified to dull. He said to gain time: ‘What is it you see,’ Mounting until she cowered under him. ‘I will find out now—you must tell me, dear.’ She, in her place, refused him any help With the least stiffening of her neck and silence. She let him look, sure that he wouldn’t see, Blind creature; and awhile he didn’t see. But at last he murmured, ‘Oh,’ and again, ‘Oh.’ ‘What is it—what?’ she said.                                          ‘Just that I see.’ ‘You don’t,’ she challenged. ‘Tell me what it is.’ ‘The wonder is I didn’t see at once. I never noticed it from here before. I must be wonted to it—that’s the reason. The little graveyard where my people are! So small the window frames the whole of it. Not so much larger than a bedroom, is it? There are three stones of slate and one of marble, Broad-shouldered little slabs there in the sunlight On the sidehill. We haven’t to mind those. But I understand: it is not the stones, But the child’s mound—’                             ‘Don’t, don’t, don’t, don’t,’ she cried. She withdrew shrinking from beneath his arm That rested on the banister, and slid downstairs; And turned on him with such a daunting look, He said twice over before he knew himself: ‘Can’t a man speak of his own child he’s lost?’ ‘Not you! Oh, where’s my hat? Oh, I don’t need it! I must get out of here. I must get air. I don’t know rightly whether any man can.’ ‘Amy! Don’t go to someone else this time. Listen to me. I won’t come down the stairs.’ He sat and fixed his chin between his fists. ‘There’s something I should like to ask you, dear.’ ‘You don’t know how to ask it.’                                              ‘Help me, then.’ Her fingers moved the latch for all reply. ‘My words are nearly always an offense. I don’t know how to speak of anything So as to please you. But I might be taught I should suppose. I can’t say I see how. A man must partly give up being a man With women-folk. We could have some arrangement By which I’d bind myself to keep hands off Anything special you’re a-mind to name. Though I don’t like such things ’twixt those that love. Two that don’t love can’t live together without them. But two that do can’t live together with them.’ She moved the latch a little. ‘Don’t—don’t go. Don’t carry it to someone else this time. Tell me about it if it’s something human. Let me into your grief. I’m not so much Unlike other folks as your standing there Apart would make me out. Give me my chance. I do think, though, you overdo it a little. What was it brought you up to think it the thing To take your mother-loss of a first child So inconsolably—in the face of love. You’d think his memory might be satisfied—’ ‘There you go sneering now!’                                           ‘I’m not, I’m not! You make me angry. I’ll come down to you. God, what a woman! And it’s come to this, A man can’t speak of his own child that’s dead.’ ‘You can’t because you don't know how to speak. If you had any feelings, you that dug With your own hand—how could you?—his little grave; I saw you from that very window there, Making the gravel leap and leap in air, Leap up, like that, like that, and land so lightly And roll back down the mound beside the hole. I thought, Who is that man? I didn’t know you. And I crept down the stairs and up the stairs To look again, and still your spade kept lifting. Then you came in. I heard your rumbling voice Out in the kitchen, and I don’t know why, But I went near to see with my own eyes. You could sit there with the stains on your shoes Of the fresh earth from your own baby’s grave And talk about your everyday concerns. You had stood the spade up against the wall Outside there in the entry, for I saw it.’ ‘I shall laugh the worst laugh I ever laughed. I’m cursed. God, if I don’t believe I’m cursed.’ ‘I can repeat the very words you were saying: “Three foggy mornings and one rainy day Will rot the best birch fence a man can build.” Think of it, talk like that at such a time! What had how long it takes a birch to rot To do with what was in the darkened parlor? You couldn’t care! The nearest friends can go With anyone to death, comes so far short They might as well not try to go at all. No, from the time when one is sick to death, One is alone, and he dies more alone. Friends make pretense of following to the grave, But before one is in it, their minds are turned And making the best of their way back to life And living people, and things they understand. But the world’s evil. I won’t have grief so If I can change it. Oh, I won’t, I won’t!’ ‘There, you have said it all and you feel better. You won’t go now. You’re crying. Close the door. The heart’s gone out of it: why keep it up. Amy! There’s someone coming down the road!’ ‘You—oh, you think the talk is all. I must go— Somewhere out of this house. How can I make you—’ ‘If—you—do!’ She was opening the door wider. ‘Where do you mean to go?  First tell me that. I’ll follow and bring you back by force.  I will!—’

Robert Frost

[kihaku2-blog]

The Week With Saqeef returns with playlist number 16! I saw a lot of cool bands play this past week, and got a chance to sit down with a couple of album releases that I was excited for, and am pleasantly stoked by how things have been musically! Jordan Rakei recently released his third album, “Origin,” and its UTTERLY AMAZING. It’s absolutely beautiful, and I am entranced by it. It’s quickly becoming one of my favorite albums to listen to. “Mantra” is a wonderful track, almost meditative in its beginning, slowly building momentum as the song progresses. The energy really shifts during the saxophone solo and becomes slightly errajtic and wild, and it’s awesome. Sleepwalkers and Space Gators performed at Schubas this past Monday, and I had the privilege of running lights for their show. Really dug hearing their music and the energy they displayed during their performances! They gave me something different from what I’ve been listening to recently, helping to keep my tastes fresh. They’re also such stand-up, friendly people, too! splits is a new band, and they played their first show by opening for Mt. Pocono last week. Although when I had arrived I was only able to catch their last song, it really smashed! The next day, they put out their EP, and it’s a real banger. Remo Drive also put out a new album, and currently “The Grind” is my go-to song on that record. As always, this week’s playlist can be found through the link in my bio, and the master playlist has been updated as well. Track list: Prey and Pressure - Sleepwalkers Mantra - Jordan Rakei The Grind - Remo Drive I Think You Were In My Profile Picture Once - Modern Baseball Is It Right? Is It Wrong? - Space Gators Anna - Home Burial The Heat - The One AM Radio Portland - Zoology Atrophy - splits Pristine - Snail Mail #theweekwithsaqeef #sleepwalkers #sleepwalkersband #jordanrakei #remodrive #modernbaseball #spacegators #homeburial #homeburialbaby #theoneamradio #zoology #splits #splitsband #snailmail #snailmailband #indie #rock #indierock #indiepop #randb #neosoul #emo #poppunk #mathrock #screamo #electronica #ambient #heartcore #altpop #playlist #music https://www.instagram.com/p/By5hGZBFtjn/?igshid=b9o3ltsbdr8p

[beatdisc]

IN-STORE SHOW TONIGHT! diploid + dispossessed + home burial + morte lenta - all for 10 dollars. #beatdiscgigs #diploid #dispossessed #homeburial #mortelenta #parramattabusiness #parramatters #parramatta #burramatta (at Beatdisc Records)

[peterstrain]

It’s finally coming out so I can reveal my @arboristmusic album cover. I’ve lucky enough to hear the full album ahead of time and here is one of my favourites http://thethinair.net/2016/09/premiere-arborist-i-heard-him-leaving/

#illustration #albumcover #homeburial #arboristmusic #music #debutart #Peter strain

[kihaku2-blog]

Week 12 of The Week With Saqeef is here! This week’s featured track is “SURELY” by never young beach, and indie band from Japan. I happened upon them by chance several weeks ago while working, and lately have been diving into them. I’ve always had a thing for Japanese bands, and I have a feeling they’re going to be one of my new favorites. I’m really digging their aesthetic, and I hope you all will enjoy their sound as well! Side note: I can’t get over @wearesnooze ’s new album, so they’re back on the playlist this week. I’m hoping to catch them May 26th; I’m stoked for their show! As always, you can find the link to this week’s playlist in my bio, and the master playlist has also been updated (you can search for “The Week With Saqeef: Master Playlist” on Spotify for every song from every playlist). Track list: SURELY - never young beach 379 - Home Burial A Live Nativity Scene - Six Gallery YAMABIKO - NakamuraEmi Investment for Life - Mush Prom Queen - Beach Bunny Time Won’t Let Me Go - The Bravery Backpocket - Vulfpeck Comfy - Snooze The Knock - Hop Along #theweekwithsaqeef #neveryoungbeach #neveryoungbeachを聴きながら #homeburial #homeburialbaby #sixgallery #sixgalleryband #nakamuraemi #nakamuraemiさん応援project #mush #mushband #beachbunny #thebravery #vulfpeck #snooze #snoozeband #hopalong #hopalongtheband #japanese #folkrock #indie #mathrock #jpop #funk #poppunk #screamo #emo #heavy #spotifyplaylist #music https://www.instagram.com/p/BxgdUwwlSXY/?igshid=mftht4ou0q2s

[kihaku2-blog]

Week 11, here we are! A lot of new music from artists I like came out last week, but one only has time for so much, right? This week, I’m picking two songs to talk about from bands I’m really excited to hear new music from. The first featured track is “Hold On” by Snooze, a math rock band with heavy elements. This track is from the newly released Familiaris album. I’m SUPER stoked about the fact that they dropped their new album this past Friday, as they had originally planned to release it in 2018, but went back into the studio to re-record some things. Overall, the wait was worth it, and I’m DIGGING IT HARD. I’m nuts about this album! Just be a heads up following along with the lyrics in this album, because you’ll probably wanna cry as you do. The second track I’d like to mention is “Day One - Live” from Home Burial. I’m happy for these guys that they released some new music, as they had mentioned it’s been a couple of years since they put anything new out. This song comes from their Overcast Live session at South by Southwest. Home Burial is going into the studio soon, so you can expect more new songs from them in the foreseeable future! As always, the link to this week’s playlist can be found in my bio, and the master playlist on my Spotify has been updated as well! Track list: Hold On - Snooze Day One (Live) - Home Burial Don’t Blame Yourself - Chaz Bundick Meets The Mattson 2 With U - SwuM, Idealism Still Sound - Toro y Moi The Light - Jordan Rakei Walking on the Moon - The Infamous Stringdusters Ryland (Under The Apple Tree) - I’m With Her Like Romeo and Juliet - TTNG Swingtheory - quickly, quickly #theweekwithsaqeef @homeburialbaby @wearesnooze #snooze #snoozeband #homeburial #homeburialbaby #chazbundick #themattson2 #chazbundickmeetsthemattson2 #swummusic #swum #idealism #toroymoi #jordanrakei #theinfamousstringdusters #imwithher #imwithherband #ttng #quicklyquickly #mathrock #screamo #jazz #chillwave #pyschjazz #lofi #lofihiphop #neosoul #alternative #bluegrass #americana #folk #acoustic #emo #music #spotifyplaylist #playlist https://www.instagram.com/p/BxNeIPBlGOU/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1kii2nscjy5i4