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I remember the grandfather clock, and my mother's tears; I remember the endless round of the rosary in her nimble fingers; fingers more suited to music than to prayer. But there was no music that day, only the hollow knell of the Westminster Chimes that were so out of tune my brother and I would laugh, on serious days, elderly funerals when we were chased into the library where we'd read of history and dream of glory. I looked up to him, Horatio, my elder by seven years; he peopled the land with armies of conquering Romans and fleeing Celts; of colonising warrior Vikings who turned their swords into ploughshares only to be routed, in time, by their Norman cousins.

He would have been twenty-one that autumn day in 1944 when the wayward chimes failed even to raise so much as a smile; now he is ageless. We walk the land together, my brother and I; the land of ancient heroes for the which he became a hero himself.

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from Three Tenses of the Sacrificial Dead, released November 8, 2013

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'I feel like Wainwright - we are both hermetic ramblers. He made his books for when he was no longer capable of rambling his beloved fells, and I made my music for when I'm no longer able to ramble the by-ways of Albion - but only to listen, and think "Was that really me? That solitary figure who stood in a landscape dreaming of ages past in dread fear of the future."

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