Sunday 16 June 2019

‘the rowan trees, their bitter berries, the empty bottles and me like that’

title by cameron bain
 

downstairs there was a wedding (with a loud disco and wedding band). upstairs was demetra with her new baby.

upstairs was also a reading of cameron bain’s poetry five years after his passing. 

they began with londinium (the epic 2112 of the set - from the book of the exhibition max had at the barbican in november 2009) naomi and friend read (and anya read the last 3 lines that are in german). ‘i would feel such an unbounded flood-of-love for these humble, functional things’, says cameron letting his gaze wander, while drinking in the rochester castle.

later anya read from gesundheit - interpolating little bit of musical noise between. the poem about origen raised from the dead (and none too pleased) did not get a reading. various friends read, ben read, one of cameron’s brother’s read and issued an appeal to gather in any of cameron’s uncollected material. a few lines from cameron’s song trail of destruction were sung.

cameron was in a number of bands including NZ band constant pain - to horsemouth this is already marked by genius.

‘you in a band mate?’

‘yes. I’m in constant pain.’

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