[Morton Feldman Page] [Feldman-inspired Poems]

On experiencing a live performance of Morton Feldman's
Coptic Light

by The Fife Psychogeographical Collective


A sounded weave 'pedals'
on spectral slubs of
small differences.

Time's flow, slows, to stasis
a colour field revealed,
in asymmetries of warp and weft.

There is no horizon here - only
a fullness of field, the patterning
of an essence, stretched
into aura.

All around is sound

All here is light.