October 2010
2 posts
Metal Gates
sound the fear and siege mentality of estate living. They vibrate the floor under my feet and echo their metal finality up the floorboards into my body. They sound the duration of coming home, not quiet and sharp like the clicking shut of a door, but reverberant, extending ripples of fear into the night. I do not know my neighbours but know the metal decisiveness of their living arrangements; all...
MRI
drones my body, alternately hammering and wheezing, producing a painful pulse that presses in on me and amplifies my sense of entrapment in a thick magnolia tube that relentlessly sucks me in to its own pulsating rhythm. The sound clamps around my body, even though it is more felt than heard, the ears being otherwise engaged: Forced into a pair of huge headphones they are made to listen to a...
