Thursday, May 19, 2016

Tapping Sources. Mapping Sounds.

Poetic latitude.

He notes that he has jumped up three lines on the map...

He couldn't do that otherwise.

He is aware of rewinding his thoughts.

Where is the order in this?

He keeps wanting to escape the page.

What space would these words take up?
How might they move?
What would be their destination?

He keeps wanting to transcend the physical space.

Hazel Groves.

There is a grassy bank above him. 

He hesitates an instant. 

What is the name for the densely grown trees up there? 

He knows it. 

He knows it. 

It escapes him. 

The word escapes him.

He makes space, why does he do so?

He cuts up the lines to give them air.

What are those trees? 
What are those trees?

The word comes back to him. 

They are hazel. 

It is a hazel grove.

Hazel growth, hazel grove.

The place is not quite as it seems to you.

The place is not literal.

The place is inhabited.

It contains signs that only he can read.

Mapping sources

There is a bag of hazel nuts that his daughter is collecting. 

Not there, not there.

She is at home.



She is years younger in another home.

He regrets the hazel hedge in that other home.

He regrets its vibrant growth.

He regrets its vibrant growth.

Try as he may, he is captured an instant by the hazel grove.

He is its prisoner.

He returns to the page.

It will not open. 

It will not open.

There is anger in his gestures as he types the letters. 

How can you hear that sound? 

He stops an instant, ignores the writing implements and takes a sound recorder.

That's it. 

You will hear my pace now. 

The peace of my fingers typing on the board.

Far away from the hazel grove. 
Far away from the hazel grove.

The sound is foregrounded.

The sou...he stops. 

The os....he stops.

The sound of the fingers (he typed finders and corrected it) will be yours. 

How will you know to make sense of the rhythm.
(how many bloody times does he get that word's spelling wrong?)

How did I get here?

He wonders....

I was setting out to make a map.

I had the pencils ready.

They appear unimportant now.

There is so much to show.

There is so much to tell you.

There is ....

He hesitates and wonders.

"Is it finished now?"

"Is it finished now?"

Will that be the map?

How will you find me?

How will you follow me?

You shall not.

You shall not.

I am .....(he hesitates)

I am .....(he hesitates)

With you in this silence, this silence, these finger beats, fingers beating a hard surface.

It is a lie.

It is a lie.

It is a lie.

We are standing together.

You are behind me.

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Looking at the hazel grove.

It exists now.

In our map.

It is over now.

He stops the recording.

He hesitates, pencil resting on the surface.

He looks at the implements in the metal bucket.

He hesitates.

Tapping Sounds.

“Sight isolates, sound incorporates. Whereas sight situates the observer outside what he views, at a distance, sound pours into the hearer. Vision dissects, as Merleau-Ponty has observed (1961). Vision comes to a human being from one direction at a time: to look at a room or a landscape, I must move my eyes around from one part to another. When I hear, however, I gather sound simultaneously from every directions at once; I am at the center of my auditory world, which envelopes me, establishing me at a kind of core of sensation and existence... You can immerse yourself in hearing, in sound. There is no way to immerse yourself similarly in sight.
By contrast with vision, the dissecting sense, sound is thus a unifying sense. A typical visual ideal is clarity and distinctness, a taking apart. The auditory ideal, by contrast, is harmony, a putting together.
Interiority and harmony are characteristics of human consciousness. The consciousness of each human person is totally interiorized, known to the person from the inside and inaccessible to any other person directly from the inside. Everyone who says 'I' means something different by it from what every other person means. What is 'I' to me is only 'you' to you...
In a primary oral culture, where the word has its existence only in sound... the phenomenology of sound enters deeply into human beings' feel for existence, as processed by the spoken word. For the way in which the word is experienced is always momentous in psychic life.”

― Walter J. OngOrality and Literacy: The Technologizing of the Word