Gutting the Fish -

A song in three parts

2019

Part One

This is not the way you gut a fish,
No,
You have to be careful,
Were you not taught right?

Blood and guts everywhere
A dirty kitchen floor
This is not the way you gut a fish, No
Were you not taught right?


Part Two

Vermillion is an alchemical compound, it has the defect of darkening with time, as blood does. Gaudy splashes on Roman villas’ walls an ostentatious show of wealth, at one time more valuable than gold. Used by Indian women over centuries to mark their hands on walls before committing Sati, ritual self immolation on the death of their husbands.

The death of the good wife, to enact one’s own good-wife death. How to carve out the space for love and survive? Attempting the impossible without blindness, knowingly approaching the unknown – admitting the gulf, but trying anyway.


Part Three

Prayer. According to Simone Weil, “absolutely unmixed attention is prayer”. Words flock together striving to reach, give form, articulate across the space between. Reaching unconditionally, but not without hope. Nets cast out into darkness. Speaking the unspeakable, tenderness and violence in equal measure.

Words as action, working and reworking, as if language could make sense of feeling. Unmaking and making with voice. Experience ploughed back into the land. Newness. A cry of courage cast into the sky.