November 2010
2 posts
the coffee machine
percolates. That is no ordinary verb but a sound sounding the noun as verb, doing what it does as it does what it does. The coffee machine is not its source, the sound is the coffee machine, it sounds what it is: an experiential thing thinging through the cold morning air as it gets infused with the smell of its making. The coffee smell permeates my space as the sound percolates through me:...
Silence
is not the absence of sound but the beginning of listening. This is listening as a generative process not of noises external to me, but from inside, from my body. I am at the centre of it, audible to myself. It reveals to me my own sounds: my head, my stomach, my whole body sounding its simultaneity with my surroundings. The rumbling of my stomach becomes the gurgling of the water pipes, my...
