{"type":"rich","version":"1.0","provider_name":"Transistor","provider_url":"https://transistor.fm","author_name":"The Disappearance Diaries of an Apprentice Hermit","title":"Greater Still: 1979 - 1993","html":"","width":"100%","height":180,"duration":1517,"description":"1.   NOT HERE      Still dark,  thin curtains resist  a taut March sky;     my room is uncompleted – unoccupied;   my possessions shrink beside books, clothes,   stuff left here by others –     and because you are not near -   not in this village or the next – not in this thin doctored placeso far from the southern Weald –  because we are not here –my body moves, a blind man, proving the place,calculating distances between here and there – a bleak, discordant siren enticing me to stay, with a nonsense song: that there is no other way.  BEDFORDSHIRE, MARCH 1979   2.            EDGE Ploughed fieldsforce me to the edge –a destitute land, barren and friendless –hedgerows of briar and blackthorn stiff as razor palisades, a slammerof bare trees, flooded ruts thick, greasy, drowning mudand a thin, slashing horsewhip wind to keep at bay my breakout.  BEDFORDSHIRE, MARCH 1979   3.            CEEDED iLight haemorrhages,bleeds through brooding trees, though copse. We await the storm. iiSound of the quiet moor – small hours of dark certainties, sleepless, terminal. iiiThis, the toughest place,a night long anvil smashing every dream that comes. ivHe has let the room – and now a watcher steals everything he knows. vCome and commandeerthis world, that world, take them all - we have an excess. viLift, scatter, dust, winddown the ragged station cold, strangers ever stirring. viiBlue electric crown –by the sky, I bring you close:it covers us both.  BEDFORDSHIRE, MARCH 1979   4.            CEASELESSA cloudless blueinvites a house, long-lost, white- honoured guest, seated, air still as whispers,friends dining in candlelight;a record playing, photographs shuffled --as if a kindly cardsharp dealt redeeming kings  LANGOLD HOUSE, SUMMER 1979   5.            BOMB Green fists of budlurch towards summer – bring meto Sussex downs laid on chalk, cut sheer -tracks to the sea. I lie - toes out,following patterns on the waves; following people spreading towels; following familiessweating in a...","thumbnail_url":"https://img.transistorcdn.com/y_cYTZLY_554KjVwlUcuZrlxRcBDrk22LfvZgAeolVg/rs:fill:0:0:1/w:400/h:400/q:60/mb:500000/aHR0cHM6Ly9pbWct/dXBsb2FkLXByb2R1/Y3Rpb24udHJhbnNp/c3Rvci5mbS9iZmRk/MTYzM2EzNjc5ODZl/M2M4MGEzZGY1MzNm/NGU1YS5wbmc.webp","thumbnail_width":300,"thumbnail_height":300}