the anticipation !

pink paper, quill and ink lettering, permanent marker borders, photographic collage of ghost body: owl eyes, bear mouth and green birdwing, (ornithoptera priamus), butterfly wings; rough green snakes, (opheodrys aestivus)

Ebe demos cover art made for a friend ~

paper, quill ink, passport picture, photo corners, leaf collected from a swedish forest, a saved snake eye dot, my ginger hair used as thread

buy mp3's of my music online

here at phil manzanera's expression records website !

http://expressionrecords.com/blog/?page_id=149

interviews

these are not new but i thought i would repost them as several people have asked me about them - there are some new interviews that will be coming out soon - one for the major music blog : http://thisisoffset.co.uk/

http://interconnectedechoes.blogspot.com/2008/09/ebe-oke.html
http://minorprogression.com/2008/12/24/ebe-oke-sooths-the-winter/

quote

"you can't not love because of the fear of pain" said my stepfather on the telephone tonight

Snow ~*

a view from my study taken the 2nd of Feb

note the greek statue in the garden

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poem : Liaison Sensate Deliquesce

Liaison Sensate Deliquesce


Tread unclad through this terraced oasis
Hidden from eyes by little more than gorse

Finding a pool of shade you stretch
Out majestically proud as a lion

I, in my highest admiration of you
Join the company of a curious sparrow

Giving us an attached eye afforded by a
Recognition; our minds in trine commune

We sit in a nest of pillows, sharing pupils,
Irises brown and blue - i stare off into you

I rise in compassion for you in this shared sense
Of your unwound wounds, longing to protect you

Your greatness effortlessly asserts itself to me
Do you know what a beauty you are ?

You claimed an angel sat before you, white haired
Face aflame; demon too - i frightened you

Never did you tell me why

I unravelled a spider inside me and
Caged it with graphite upon a page
In the notebook you bought me

I met you in the doorway delivering candid
Tears to the memory of your mother and her
Lover's inspiring love so present there

How I was always moved when you wept
As you did when we first kissed - I envied you
Because I had forgotten how to; I have remembered

I dressed you in heather tweeds and green tartan
Pinning it all together with the fragile powder blue
Bloom of an innocent cornflower

You caressed my hand, smiled and promised
To lead me to your secret; a site hugging
Yet hung apart the sharp cliff

The base of the ancient watchtower was grassed
Over and spongy like meadows foam - you coax me
Tenderly as though I was a child - we were

Little beds made from the drawn dry heads of
Queen Anne's lace were the many of kind spider
Nurseries - their webs dappled with the hatched at play

The cornflower, the panorama, your nobility
Seared upon my memory and the phantom photograph
I caught with a camera without film

Below us several hundred feet, our legs dangling
Perilously off the steep, we spy a lone spotted seal
Lost, drifting deep, possibly returning our gaze


London, Kyverdale rd.
December 30, 2008