April 2012
1 post
Snow thawing
sounds sliding off roofs, down drain pipes, into meadows, onto rivers; invisibly slipping away all night and all day. Spattering and splattering, gurgling and murmuring away away…under my feet, above my head - sounds sucking on the landscape, giving it a formless form, awkward and dirty. Slurping cavities, gaps and hollows, through which it sifts their entropic shape until spring fills it with...
