guts magnet sea
AN ESSAY ABOUT CHIK WHITE'S 'GUTS MAGNET SEA' ALBUM. Though there seems to be nothing (no body, no ground, no sky), a jaw bone aches and is stiff—a sensation felt, yet with no soul here to claim it. The jaw creeks open. Soured breath overwhelms a sinus passage, a pungent flavour causes gasping and, finally, a familiar feeling — in my chest — a kind of death. And once again I am staring at the ocean, listening to its waves, flicking at this metal reed between my teeth...