Headphone Music

on trains gives a metal whine and bass line drone to a journey that has lost the rattattatta rattattatta in a technological development and innovation rivaling that of the headphone itself.

A foreign language

sounds the frustration of exclusion and the intrigue of the other.
How to gain access? - to work from snippets of shared vocabulary through gestures, context and the body to a fragile moment of coincidence in which we both blink in recognition of what we do not understand.

talking on the phone

performs the voice in two spaces, here and there; and acts out two modes of being, self-conscious and oblivious at the same time: shouting despite itself and the technology, to impress a sense of connection with an out there without connecting to what is here. The invisible sound of the over there is hidden in a silent here that thus does not expand and proliferate but transforms into an insistent demand of hearing a rhythm of exclamations and gaps that turn into assumptions, producing involuntary dialogues and conclusions that trigger frustration and even rage. This phone call does not annoy through what is heard but what remains unheard, at the other end, and that I compensate for, drawn into an unwilling participation that disconnects me from my present location and self, and shrinks my space to enable the expansion of her voice.

spring

sounds children’s voices reverberating through the shimmering atmosphere. Voicing, laughing, shouting, in flange like ripples, poking through the wet stillness from before. Open sound extending through the clear blue sky, carried by the air and making it tangible.

Catching on the breath in my chest it is the sound of my past that has a future in expectations and glad anticipations - timeless and yet always moving, forwards into my life.

The anechoic chamber

at UCL fills my ears with yellow triangular walls. Dry air merges with dry sound; the pressure of dense stillness awaking a ringing tinnitus and affecting my breathing. It is not the hyperbole of John Cage’s visit to the anechoic chamber at Harvard University: no blood circulation, no nervous system, just a parched more isolated me - the intensity as much related to the heat and rising expectations than to any sound not heard. Clarity of diction compensates for an increasingly breathless speech, as it is time spent inside this softly compressing environment rather than its space that sounds the peculiarity of echoless silence.

Embers

sound the delicate crackling of their own demise. Wood opening up under the pressure of heat lit and fed by its own material. An invisible chain of minute sounds clicking and crackling faintly but clear, generating small and precise sonic illuminations. Now and then a sudden blow and crack signals the steady dissolution of the chorus into a dry and silent ash. For now, the heat against my ears, I hear solid wood as parchment, hot and fragile, strong in its ephemerality and temperature rather than as object. The heat meets the sound to generate what I cannot touch, producing an experience that confirms the visual not as an image but through a tangible sound - the carcass of wood glows in the sound of its heat.

Delhi SoundWords*

sleep

the calm resonates still, of the afternoon light on pools of water, slanting through the trees and enclosing walls.
the branches create the space and this vast zone vibrates with murmur. is it absence that charges the presence?
up high the wall of traffic looms on the horizon, down below the quiet is meant to be eternal.
a moment of humayun’s sleep.

Jan Schacher “Jasch”


*This is a guest edition of SoundWords featuring writing by artists, participants and audience members of the Sound Reason Festival in Delhi 16 November - 7 December 2013 organised by Ish S, http://soundreasons.in

Delhi SoundWords*

in hindsight from Europe - (isn’t it strange to use the word sight in this
context - and yet…)

Here the sounds are numbed…
Window panes insolated against cold and noise.
What I hear is subdued and leaves me out
(and here visuals are sharp, spotless and clear)

There the impact of sounds onto my skin was as if uncensored
Day and night
Many layers of sounds that created like a visual image of perspective

The house
The small road in front with the carts
The park behind with barking dogs and people shouting
The larger road and market further on
horns and bicycle bells and old tires
The Ring Road with heavy night and morning traffic
In daytime like a background carpet of noise
And finally the quarter behind that which I might have just imagined…

There the visuals were softened, by dust, by old edges, by usage.
Softer on the skin.

Angela Stoecklin


*This is a guest edition of SoundWords featuring writing by artists, participants and audience members of the Sound Reason Festival in Delhi 16 November - 7 December 2013 organised by Ish S, http://soundreasons.in

Delhi SoundWords*

wings

poked the embers of evening quiet in the trees
the splintered silence erupts in a frenetic cloud
in congress the birds need screaming to assert existence
the dusk is charged, there’s no quieting down as night falls
the crossroad’s condensed human bustle finds its model and pure expression in these beating wings.

Jan Schacher “jasch”


*This is a guest edition of SoundWords featuring writing by artists, participants and audience members of the Sound Reason Festival in Delhi 16 November - 7 December 2013 organised by Ish S, http://soundreasons.in

Delhi SoundWords*

I’ve always been here, at the centre of the pieces that sound a muted mundanity that is my very own. I bring myself back to these sounds when I’m far away, they comfort and confine me. Children playing, shouting back at each other, clusters of pigeons flying back and forth, muttering outside my window, car alarms and rustic motors -eternally indistinguishable. Time passes between cracks of willow on rubber balls, and the measured escape of pressured steam through kitchen windows. All this as I revel in some sense of belonging. A sympathetic detachment.

Sajid Akbar


*This is a guest edition of SoundWords featuring writing by artists, participants and audience members of the Sound Reason Festival in Delhi 16 November - 7 December 2013 organised by Ish S, http://soundreasons.in