xtal — Selected Ambient Works ’85-’92

what track. is that?. I would. know that. hi-hat:.
open,. ero.ded, gran.ular. and vast;.
a cryst.alline. ticking. keeping. time flat –.
a des.ert sift.ed through. the sea’s. high past.

…..filter. . . . future.-length and. now, a.nywhere.
wait, oh. wait – glitch.es: pot.holes for. the brain,.
sometimes. fill for. grooves; var.ia.tion – air.
raising. it back. on track. to new. terrain.

remind. me where. we are. again. – what world.
is this. that writes. or waives. time’s sig.nature.
with our. hands? – on.ly to. unfix. the pat.

tern we. had known:. self – sync.opa.ted more.
like a. kick drum;. a root.ed pulse. too late.
lichen. on a. stone in. focus. . . . revealed

Oliver Newman is a poet from Bristol, UK and an alumnus of Oxford University’s Creative Writing MSt. 
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All of us at ZO are always fantasizing about how we could do things (if we had more resources, etc.) and we thought this poem would be wonderful “performed with a DJ” . . . since the meter, etc. somewhat mimics a record player, the way it might skip, tick, or have a grainy sound to it.