A heap of broken images, where the sun beats

And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket

no relief,

And the dry stone no sound of water. Only

There is shadow under this red rock,

(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),

And I will show you something different from

either

Your shadow at morning striding behind you

Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;

I will show you fear in a handful of dust   - T.S. Eliot

                                                                                       The Waste Land

 

A plum tree grew through the window,

on the window ledge a photograph

in black and white, but her mouth is

missing, perished and flaked to a white

nothing.

I asked the tree what it had seen

I asked the tree what it had seen - PJ Harvey & Seamus Murphy

                                                                                  The Abandoned Village

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This is radio nowhere, is there anybody

alive out there?

This is radio nowhere, is there anybody

alive out there?

I just want to hear some rhythm - Bruce Springsteen

                                                                                    Radio Nowhere.