September 2010
4 posts
my Body
in stillness sounds the form of my hearing. It sounds vibrations, more felt than heard; vibrating formless my solid form. Extremities perceived through the focus of my ears it sounds the mass and outline of my shape and sounds my contact with the world around me, situating me in the soundscape and negotiating that contact; without a voice, without a deliberate sound, just through its stillness,...
Babyphone
Humming it creates a space that is not my space and not her space but our distance that is full of evocations and anxieties, generated somewhere between my innovative listening and the reality of what lies between us. This distance is the sonic space we inhabit, it is our relationship through the night, and in this distance things come forth and invent themselves. I listen to reduce this space,...
a Mosquito
It’s buzzing, an invisible buzzing somewhere in the room, which has become entirely controlled by it. The room is defined between it and my body. That relationship is the space that I inhabit, generated in my auditory imagination from its sound and my dread of its aim. Coming closer and going further away it stretches the room into invisible corners that I hear as I lie in the dark, guessing its...
Jogging
sounds footfall and breath, creating a rhythm of my running to which I run. I am this rhythm that I run, that makes me run and accompanies my running. I am running, embodied as sound: I am the thing thinging my own motion to which thinging I run. It seems easy like that, effortless, perpetual, just a sound - ephemeral and light. Until I stop and I know that to be that rhythm I need to fight the...
