SnailShell – Antony & The Johnsons

  February 11th, 2008

Snail shells are homes — always in-progress, always excrescing, always spiralling & nautilising outwards homes — for the artists, musicians, songs, poems, writers, people, places, planets, plums that I regularly burden with gush.

At least this way all the shameless enshrining can be contained.

Think of them as cockle shells built for endless barnacling.

Antony Hegarty

Banshee Birth

At Town Hall I wished
His cover of Cohen’s “The Guests”
Would never end.

And then he had us all hum —
To feel the ghost behind our heads.
& in our necks.

The massed chest-drones were
Soft yellow fibers
Being braided through everyone.

A year later,
At the Warsaw in Brooklyn
He talked about being rapt
Before old videos of Otis

And when Antony sang
He’d seize moments, notes,
And shake them into endlessness
Just like Otis:

With fearlessness
With tender madness
With grinning pain

So again come ghosts:
He wrings their necks
In exorcising vibrato

Just as he calls them forth:
The banshee birth
Antony & The Johnsons Cds

[posted by C Way at 10:20 PM]

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  1. Memory Layne said:

    Lovely. Dont laugh but when I think of snail shells, I think of when I was a kid and would go outside at night barefoot and end up stepping on snails. It wasn’t a good thing at all. For either of us (the snail or me)

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