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The Hounds of Pamir: From Pamtzil to Karakash

04/12/2020 – 19:00

A 60-minute selection of compositions improvised and performed live on a Moog Model- D

“During the long winter, fodder is very difficult to obtain; all the willows about the villages are pollarded, and the leaves together with all the scanty natural herbage, are dried and stored. I believe there is hardly a blade of grass or a green leaf to be met with from November till the end of May.”

The viscous hours of the winter moon glow on the static freeze of Sindh.

Morning sun a mere bauble in the blue and gray

And the apothecaries of tears and milk

wind in the vast spirals to be sheathed in December snow.

The final sneeze of the declining winds.

Woodfire, kerosene, and disease.

Tonight the hounds feast

And in the feral hours of violence

hollow out cows and calves alike.

Cutting teeth at the last supper

Beneath the charnel mounds of Pethup.

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