Melbourne SoundWords*

Footscray station, uiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiek.
Fast Pakistani talking men.
The loud voices at the Vietnamese market for vegetables and fruits,
High voices for low prices - ballyhooballyhooballyhooballyhooballyhoo.
To plug to pitch to push - puffffffffffffffffffffffery!
Italien cake.
Somalia and Ethiopia spices. Hoooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.


Gerda Steiner & Jörg Lenzlinger


*This is a guest edition of SoundWords featuring writing by artists, students, audience members and generally listeners in Melbourne, Australia, part of the Liquid Architecture Festival August/September 2014, http://www.liquidarchitecture.org.au/

Melbourne SoundWords*

Double yellow lines straight between a constellation of herds along the city ploughs the concrete reading the book of hours in taboo the non stopped nomad deserves resting for verse equilibrium the tone that propagates itself in walking frequencies of body displaced domestic noise untamed ineffable


Albert Pellicer


*This is a guest edition of SoundWords featuring writing by artists, students, audience members and generally listeners in Melbourne, Australia, part of the Liquid Architecture Festival August/September 2014, http://www.liquidarchitecture.org.au/

Melbourne SoundWords*

Hybridisedsonomonoliths, scorchingextemporaneousweight. Shortcore. Sonicsymbiosis. Blissfulbewilderment, inexhaustibleimprov, putyourhansarpintheair. Junkcore. Burningfieldsoffrequencies, massiveblackenedexplosions.


Lloyd Honeybrook


*This is a guest edition of SoundWords featuring writing by artists, students, audience members and generally listeners in Melbourne, Australia, part of the Liquid Architecture Festival August/September 2014, http://www.liquidarchitecture.org.au/

Melbourne SoundWords*

The uncanny is unavoidable in Australia, where history and climactic conditions converge to make what can only be called tropic suburbia. Sometimes in Melbourne I have found myself thinking I’m in Woking or Basildon, only to be disabused of that moment of place-slip by the wildlife. It was a walk to the botanical gardens during my second visit that really threw me, suddenly hearing a sound like workshop elves sawing through sheet metal with rusty blades. They were above me in a tree, rainbow lorikeets, conscientiously disputatious. At the botanical gardens I was transfixed by bell birds, their piercing single-pitched signals like tiny projectiles launched directly into the labyrinth of the inner ear. Their music was something I always dreamed of, a music of which humans are incapable.


David Toop


*This is a guest edition of SoundWords featuring writing by artists, students, audience members and generally listeners in Melbourne, Australia, part of the Liquid Architecture Festival August/September 2014, http://www.liquidarchitecture.org.au/

Melbourne SoundWords*

Yes, that’s right, it’s …

▪▪▪


ellipsis


Holly Ingleton


*This is a guest edition of SoundWords featuring writing by artists, students, audience members and generally listeners in Melbourne, Australia, part of the Liquid Architecture Festival August/September 2014, http://www.liquidarchitecture.org.au/

Melbourne SoundWords*

Walking to the Botanic Gardens

Walking:
mmmmm
zzhzzh
ooowh
mmm
weeeeeeee
tsssss-tsssss

Traffic Lights:
dang-dang
CH-CH-CH
da-dahdah DA-DAHDAH
eee-EE-ee-EE
dit-ditdah dit-ditdah
KKKKKH

Botanic Gardens:
oowit oowit
put-put-put
sssh sssSSHHHsss
ding (bell?)
ding ding-ding (birds?)
Bell Birds!


Viv Corringham


*This is a guest edition of SoundWords featuring writing by artists, students, audience members and generally listeners in Melbourne, Australia, part of the Liquid Architecture Festival August/September 2014, http://www.liquidarchitecture.org.au/

Melbourne SoundWords*

A Spectre Haunts Bow and Melbourne.

The Church bells of Bow East London lay silent, the impasse of power rendered mute. An impasse precluding any possibility of renewal. Far away, in the blanketed noise of the City of Melbourne, I remember with great despair a City with a grand complex. A shameful past that does not only haunt the present; it composes it.


Johnny Pavlatos


*This is a guest edition of SoundWords featuring writing by artists, students, audience members and generally listeners in Melbourne, Australia, part of the Liquid Architecture Festival August/September 2014, http://www.liquidarchitecture.org.au/

Melbourne SoundWords*

Sirens let you know that you are in a different place


Martin A. Smith


*This is a guest edition of SoundWords featuring writing by artists, students, audience members and generally listeners in Melbourne, Australia, part of the Liquid Architecture Festival August/September 2014, http://www.liquidarchitecture.org.au/

Melbourne SoundWords*

Densedigitaldrones, spatialisedsonifications. Contactspeakerresonance, harmonicsharmonicsharmonics. Motleymobofmusicalmanglers, antiantiantirock. Generativebliss. Percussiveprocessingprowess. Synthesisedspeech, mixingbowlmayhem. Intergenerationalshreddery. Everythingcoreisms. Allmusicisfolkmusic.


Lloyd Honeybrook


*This is a guest edition of SoundWords featuring writing by artists, students, audience members and generally listeners in Melbourne, Australia, part of the Liquid Architecture Festival August/September 2014, http://www.liquidarchitecture.org.au/

Melbourne SoundWords*

rubber dice cacophony on slate
citric smell
dry lips bite
red and pink white
long oily hair drops of water on top
wool laine like
footing in falling dance full body cupping


Christopher L G Hill


*This is a guest edition of SoundWords featuring writing by artists, students, audience members and generally listeners in Melbourne, Australia, part of the Liquid Architecture Festival August/September 2014, http://www.liquidarchitecture.org.au/