Company of Swans

This beautiful record, on fine paper, is Crumley's homage to these noble creatures, but it is also an elegy, a love song to one swan whose silent tragedy he watched from one season to the next. ‘A small mound on white feathers lies on a tussock of grass made grey by a Highland winter.

Acest frumos disc, pe hartie fina, este omagiul lui Crumley aduse acestor nobile creaturi, dar este si o elegie, un cantec de dragoste pentru o lebada a carei tragedie muta a urmarit-o de la un sezon la altul. „O mica movila pe pene albe se intinde pe o tesatura de iarba devenita gri de o iarna Highland.