http://deepbutter.com Deep Butter Mon, 05 Jul 2010 13:33:46 +0000 http://deepbutter.com en http://deepbutter.com/495044/Chat-Noir http://deepbutter.com/495044/Chat-Noir Mon, 05 Jul 2010 13:33:46 +0000 Deep Butter 495044 A short film by Bram Griffioen, voiced by yours truly. http://deepbutter.com/495044/Chat-Noir http://deepbutter.com/467737/Heartbeat-Halves http://deepbutter.com/467737/Heartbeat-Halves Wed, 16 Jun 2010 23:19:43 +0000 Deep Butter 467737 <img src="http://c0573862.cdn.cloudfiles.rackspacecloud.com/1/0/21072/467737/heartbeathalves.jpg" border="0" width="670" height="296" align="left" /> THIS IS ACTUALLY THE TEXT FOR A SONG, WHICH YOU CAN LISTEN TO / DOWNLOAD HERE. While travelling a few months ago, I bumped into an old friend. She had changed a bit. Somewhat quieter than I remember. It made her prettier -- so I asked her if she wanted to get a drink. Later on, in a dark little corner of a dark little bar, I realised this quietness was not superficial -- it went down deep, like fossils do. So I asked her, what happened to you? After an awkward pause she told me this: Not long ago, She had told a friend that she needed a little change in her life. I could do with a little change myself, he said. Let's go to the house in the country. On the evening of their arrival. she went out into the garden, and saw the most perfect swimming pool she had ever seen. Naturally, she asked her friend for a towel. He fetched one for her. Bathroom's that way. Actually, she said, I'm going for a swim. He laughed. and where are you gonna do that? She pointed to the perfect pool in his garden. He stared at it, and quietly said: I don't have a pool. You do now. The smell of chlorine, so authentic. Misty eyed, and oh -- Can't take it? Got to sneeze? That's as close as it comes to coming without, actually, you know -- Oh, you're very welcome. Bless you. Your cheeks in neon blue. You've never got your feet wet before, have you? That's going to have to change. Upon the appearance of a uninvited pool in his backyard, our host wonders what happened to his barbecue, toolshed and all the dead pets he'd put down there, blondie rest in peace. His eyes slide over the interloping structure and swim in its extradimensional details, startlingly, uncannily square, smooth, and a silver ladder with silver steps leading down to bluesy blues. The tiling, broad and black reflect a midnight, upside down, inside out rendition of every move and every ripple hums the way only lovers do. Given the situation, you would not be blamed for imagining that our host might lose his cool. But presented with the heaven-sent sincerity of this pool his only options are silent sort of seeing. A quiet kind of question. I wonder if he'll get an answer. he has dreams every night, you know about breathing underwater. he has no idea what it means something to do with sex. no, wait, that's not right it's something about belonging and being in the right place find yourself a home in these specks of time and space do it for your own sake. and don't look back. For a moment there, our host saw his own body as a pool with its own diving board, lifeguard, and lanes, when all he's really after is the way light plays reflected on the underside of summer leaves when the midnight squeeze is on the cards. Why has he worked so hard to keep his head above water when he has always loved the feeling of pressure on his chest? He's never been like the rest, and he is only a body of water, after all. Nature calls. Our boy is in motion. Meanwhile, our girl has realised that this is not a drill, tears her hands from her sides and does what she can to spill him, but he just laughs and leaps. Her heartbeat halves. He meets the deep. Take it all away Take my limbs, you can have them Spill my guts Eat my heart Puncture my lungs Take me by the nerves and pull, pull hard Cut off my nose and give it flowers Pluck out my eyes and show them stars Tear off my ears and sing them to sleep and please, please, cut off my tongue The pool is gone, she says as is her friend. never seen again. How can I believe her? I don't care, she says. I don't care for anything. MUSIC COMPOSED BY EMIEL DEN EXTER OF TILT THE HEAD. LYRICS AND NARRATION BY SAM GWILYM. http://deepbutter.com/467737/Heartbeat-Halves http://deepbutter.com/240498/Friends http://deepbutter.com/240498/Friends Tue, 01 Jun 2010 14:50:29 +0000 Deep Butter 240498 <img src="http://c0573862.cdn.cloudfiles.rackspacecloud.com/1/0/21072/240498/friends_4.jpg" border="0" width="506" height="871" align="left" /> Roughly four weeks ago, I met somebody completely new. It was four in the morning and I was looking into the starry reflections of a puddle, when I was knocked into it. I opened my eyes and somebody stood over me, with his hand outstretched. He apologised profusely, helped me up and flicked a few wet leaves off of my back. I asked him what he was doing, and he told me he was stargazing. It suddenly struck me that he looked very familiar. He told me that he was trying to see as much of Venus as he could before it fell below the horizon, and he had been following it so closely that he had been running down the street with his telescope planted firmly to his eye. Venus, he told me, due to its orbit laying between Earth and the Sun, can only be seen for a while before the Sun rises, or after it sets. Despite this, the morning star, as he called it, was the third brightest object in our sky. LISTEN FOR THE COMPLETE STORY http://deepbutter.com/240498/Friends http://deepbutter.com/333229/SAMGWILYM-COM http://deepbutter.com/333229/SAMGWILYM-COM Mon, 29 Mar 2010 12:57:12 +0000 Deep Butter 333229 http://deepbutter.com/333229/SAMGWILYM-COM http://deepbutter.com/237329/INFO-UPCOMING http://deepbutter.com/237329/INFO-UPCOMING Mon, 29 Mar 2010 12:56:35 +0000 Deep Butter 237329 <img src="http://c0573862.cdn.cloudfiles.rackspacecloud.com/1/0/21072/237329/imm001_2A.jpg" border="0" width="440" height="660" align="left" /> ABOUT Lyricist, spoken word artist, writer. Other work can be found at samgwilym.com. Currently working in the Netherlands. Contact by email. UPCOMING FRIDAY, 4TH JUNE / 20:00 PAARD CAFÉ Tilt the Head: "Heartbeat Halves" & "Persimmon" WEDNESDAY, 14th JUNE, PAKHUIS WILHELMINA AMSTERDAM Marnix Dorrestein, Chris Kok, Willem Wits, et al: "Ruins" http://deepbutter.com/237329/INFO-UPCOMING http://deepbutter.com/247080/REFRIED-BLOG http://deepbutter.com/247080/REFRIED-BLOG Sun, 31 Jan 2010 21:27:30 +0000 Deep Butter 247080 http://deepbutter.com/247080/REFRIED-BLOG http://deepbutter.com/246991/Venus-Forge http://deepbutter.com/246991/Venus-Forge Sun, 31 Jan 2010 19:51:07 +0000 Deep Butter 246991 <img src="http://c0573862.cdn.cloudfiles.rackspacecloud.com/1/0/21072/246991/venusforge.jpg" border="0" width="495" height="693" align="left" /> I lost an eye to that mercurial daughter I don't know who she is, but I miss her. Never quenched. Steamed a small word from the water: I don't know who she is, but I miss her. Til dissolved and deserted, my heart will defend: I don't know who she is, but I miss her. In the glow of the girl, the eyelash will bend. I know who she is, and I miss her. LISTEN http://deepbutter.com/246991/Venus-Forge http://deepbutter.com/245003/What-s-for-Breakfast http://deepbutter.com/245003/What-s-for-Breakfast Fri, 29 Jan 2010 12:18:05 +0000 Deep Butter 245003 <img src="http://c0573862.cdn.cloudfiles.rackspacecloud.com/1/0/21072/245003/breakfast.jpg" border="0" width="500" height="667" align="left" /> These days, my mornings are so sombre that my heart sinks down to my stomach, and my stomach enfolds it, and says: What’s for breakfast? LISTEN http://deepbutter.com/245003/What-s-for-Breakfast http://deepbutter.com/243831/Cute-Haiku http://deepbutter.com/243831/Cute-Haiku Thu, 28 Jan 2010 19:45:03 +0000 Deep Butter 243831 <img src="http://c0573862.cdn.cloudfiles.rackspacecloud.com/1/0/21072/243831/cute_1.jpg" border="0" width="500" height="664" align="left" /> Cute suggests contained and how rough it would be if you gave it the chance LISTEN http://deepbutter.com/243831/Cute-Haiku http://deepbutter.com/239965/Deal http://deepbutter.com/239965/Deal Tue, 26 Jan 2010 21:01:44 +0000 Deep Butter 239965 <img src="http://c0573862.cdn.cloudfiles.rackspacecloud.com/1/0/21072/239965/deal.png" border="0" width="539" height="796" align="left" /> She drives a hard bargain. You give me something I want and I'll give you something you want. Could we touch hands again? I love how your teams of fingers feel. Could we work something out? You drive a hard bargain - But what can I say to that ribbon in your hair, and that forehead that I have to kiss? You give me something I want and I'll give you something you want. LISTEN http://deepbutter.com/239965/Deal