pulling
my suitcase over the vertical gaps between the large slabs of paving stone in Berlin sounds the rhythm of my transient presence self-consciously reverberating through the seeming silence of a more permanent inhabiting.
my suitcase over the vertical gaps between the large slabs of paving stone in Berlin sounds the rhythm of my transient presence self-consciously reverberating through the seeming silence of a more permanent inhabiting.
is composed form low rumbling, higher pitched vibrating and strangled singing. The sound builds the room as a dense slow throbbing timespace, accelerated by shriller penetrating sounds, infused with strumming and yelping that rise as an alcohol imbued resonance through the grey carpet adding a beat and a shriek.
xxxxx she talks just like this girl I know nananana maybe it`s her xxxxx hahaha, she goes xxxxx he`s silent, maybe xxxxx I love trains xxx would stay here forever, better just sleep xxxxx never wake up nananananana xxxxx nanananana again xxxxx I forgot to call my doctor xxxxx pay my bill yesterday xxxxx hahahashe, she goes again xxxxx just shut up xxx I want to be alone xxxxx not lonely xxxxx hahaha
Elena Habicher
*This is a guest edition of SoundWords featuring writing by students and staff at zhdk, Zürich Hochschule der Künste, Switzerland, www.zhdk.ch
not the first time
me in between four others. two to the left. two to the right.
the conversation evolves. damp, cautious, controlled, careful circulation.
i slowly press myself backwards into the leather sofa. you know.
leaving this circulation of words, being brought from one point to the other.
words enfolding meaning, power, intention, emotion, sight.
trusting in the steady continuation of exchange.
a piercing movement from an upper story.
now hovering slightly in-between these monotonous fields.
astonished by they’re coexistence.
Julia Znoj
*This is a guest edition of SoundWords featuring writing by students and staff at zhdk, Zürich Hochschule der Künste, Switzerland, www.zhdk.ch
at the local pool sounds the hollowness of my head. Droning over skin and through bones it uses my body as a speaker, whose sound I alone hear. It is an internal amplification of my cranium, my neck and my spine sounding its resistance against the water spray that loosens it. My ears, immersed under water, hear this private and intimate soundscape playing out against the visual background of communal water fun and swimming. The lively sounds of kids playing and diving are muted by my privately amplified body that publicaly is silent but exposed in its listening.
on the mantelpiece sounds its own purpose. Relentlessly, unstoppably, always the same. Tick tocking rhythmic constants, it sounds the interdependence between what it is and what it does. Disappearing into the domestic soundscape of the living room for a while, emerging again in a quiet moment, only reminding me that it never went away. I wait for a change, hoping to trip up its regularity with my ears. Willing to hear self-determination assert itself in my auditory imagination, to sound another time.
sound the uncontrollable and produce the anxiety of cheerlessness.
move / wolf / wind / murmuring / run / cling /
crash / smash / air pressure / hit / resonance / presence /
rotation / motor / refraction / vibration / huh / echoes /
breathe / tweet / whisper / blow / slow / heartbeat /
leave / lever / shout / howl / laugh / whistle / palpitate /
bake / loud / chat / hum / sweat / evaporate /
tsang sin yu
*This is a guest edition of SoundWords featuring writing by the artists in residence at Around Sound art festival organised by soundpocket Hong Kong 2013, www.soundpocket.org.hk
6:00pm , Yue Wan Estate, Chai Wan, workdays.
Birds are super excited and crazy. I can’t imagine if they are sparrows. That will make more sense if they are living in a big cage all together. The banyan implanted in the middle of the public square in the public estate.
City skyline
Winds in leaf
Public estate Atmos
Medium busy traffic
Park Ambience
Old men talking and gambling
Metal pole, heavy, long, thick, DROP
With Resonance, reverb by the 7-floor walled design estate, pre-delay time is quite long.
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birds tweet are cut off, definitely no fading encoded by me.
One small bird first said he/she is hungry. And all the birds become crazy again.
But I have never seen them once. Going back to office on time or leave the office as soon as possible.
Turkish-blue submarine and 5/F spaceship.
50Hz analog sub-bass low hum
24 hours a day
6 days a week
dizzy harmonics
a cell in Eastern State Penitentiary on Sundays
…
I was called hoi-chan by some tomodati and we become nakama.
wong chun hoi
*This is a guest edition of SoundWords featuring writing by the artists in residence at Around Sound art festival organised by soundpocket Hong Kong 2013, www.soundpocket.org.hk
Wednesday night and Thursday morning
I was jogging along the route of the river
in a gentle night, by one glimpse stopping my hasty steps
accidentally, and sacred
wonderful-lonesome white in sight
yet pure harmony in sound
Come, listen
within same vocal cords
we are speaking principles
that always different
How do you sure
To eliminate this little hiss
which not such matter?
sound of the wind
wind is the silk
silk weaving the cloth of world
world giving you rights to listen
listen manifest the existentialism in sound
How do you sure
To blow up this tiny voice
which not such matter?
Time flies as floating breeze
escaped from slit of our griping hand
cohered at creator’s memory like me and you
You know you have this power
One tiny clue reveals the general trend
Come, listen
next time when you hear
something totally being neglected
from this busy city, shrinking vitality
Tse Chun Sing
*This is a guest edition of SoundWords featuring writing by the artists in residence at Around Sound art festival organised by soundpocket Hong Kong 2013, www.soundpocket.org.hk
