Category Archives: Dai Coelacanth

Dai Coelacanth – A French Corpse is a delicacy on Mars

A knock on the door. At this hour. Who could that be. Full moon peeks in through the attic window. The plant recites Kierkegaard. Red light ceiling. A muted comedian. More insistent knocking on the door. Get up from the chair. The bottle falls down. Shock-relief: It’s empty. Ear to the door. Someone goes down the stairs, fast. An empty milk carton on the doormat. Apparently empty. A cassette tape wrapped in a piece of paper. It’s a letter. Dai Coelacanth is back from somewhere. But from where? And who…

Dai Coelacanth – Fishing for Crab in an Eerie Coffin

Dai Coelacanth is a person with a cassette walkman and a voice. He has been to Greece. He has been to Wales. That’s all we know. Fishing for Crab in an Eerie Coffin is an improvised account of his visit to Wales. Think collage, think sound poetry, think why does he talk with a funny voice, or, don’t think,  just listen and clean a fish. In his words: Need to get out. Put my feet to work. Whip them into action. Do as I say. I’m the Colonel. How strange. Take a…