Jimi Hendrix
Live at the Fillmore East
Dec 31, 1969
daydreaming w/ Bob Arnold
Just Beyond Listening asks how we might think about encounters with sound that complicate standard accounts of aurality. In a series of essays, Michael C. Heller considers how sound functions in dialogue with a range of sensory and affective modalities, including physical co-presence, textual interference, and spectral haunting. The text investigates sound that is experienced in other parts of the body, altered by cross-wirings of the senses, weaponized by the military, or mediated and changed by cultural practices and memory. Building on recent scholarship in sound studies and affect theory, Heller questions not only how sound propagates acoustically but how sonic presences temper our total experience of the world around us.
University of California Press, 2024
Occasionally the Field of Possibilities
1
Is branch-spined,
a folded-leaf feeder,
a spatial array
of buckeye larvae,
snapdragons pulling
a pollinator-cue,
orange prolegs
telegraphing mirror-
image eyespots,
a macula lutea sun.
2
Is disruptive coloration,
yellow concentric rings
around a single eye,
a fovea centralis
of seed cones & pollen cones,
closely packed juniper seeds,
a Polyphemus moth with
urticating bristles & needles
with fine stomata lines, a nexus
of cone axis & host pine.
3
Is a field of 30,000 ommatidia,
a composite eye
eyeing woodruff & pale persicaria,
ten conspicuous eyespots
bisecting summer & pupation,
the line severing dusk & night,
the night flying hawkmoths,
is tapetal-mirrored,
a reflective tracheal network,
a superpositional glow.
4
Is a coevolved canopy
of wing scale & leaf,
a broadband acoustic cloak
deflecting echo & foe,
wavelengths of powder & light,
a cloud of stacked platelets,
a thin-film percussion,
hair-penciled & interlinear,
sparkling archaic sun moths,
a microlepidopterous register.
5
Is night-active & pupillary,
wing-fringe grazing cornea,
small moth repetitions
in an orbit of sequestration notes,
thick scale vestiture,
glassy, bluegrass-hosted,
rain-impermeable with snow-
veined forewings, a loop
of sequestration notes,
a small moth repetition.
6
Is a current of candles & dawn
half a clockface ago,
a Yablochkovian glow
of carbon-arcing waxwings,
match twigs, linstock boughs,
a sky of combustible fruit
tinders river of ruined craters,
winter on its last legs,
a winter of monthlessness,
winter with plants in the belly.
7
Is a complicity
of ruckus & pinion,
is the pollen grain music
of a microstructure of modified hairs,
light-interfering wings,
sight-singing by structural coloration,
a scalic descent
down a microscopic edifice
of struts & holes, wings close
& the moth composes.
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The Principle of Rapid Peering
Sylvia Legris
New Directions, 2024
Sylvia Legris lives in Saskatoon, Saskatchewan
Moonlight
Will we ever live on that star? — the thought
Itself has me reeling
But Moon, when you move through August's
Evening skies in enchanting silence, I salute you!
Also when you careen, like some dismasted ship,
Through heaving black breakers of cloud!
Oh to ascend, one of the lost, and slake
My thirst on your baptismal moonshine!
Stricken by blindness, your beacon is lethal
To Icarus-types, left stranded and grieving
Sterile suicide-eye-preside
Over convocations of the world-weary.
Ice-cold skull, heap ridicule on our bald
and terminally ill bureaucracies.
O pill of ultimate fatigue, infuse
Yourself into our stubborn brains.
And chlamys-clad Diana, fermenting
Love unleashes barbs from your quiver
Which infect — ah! — the wingless, the hearts of those
Who would do good on earth!
Star prone to unheard floods, I pray
That one of your chaste, and anti-febrile rays veers, tonight,
In my direction, drenches my sheets, drives
Me to wash my hands of life!
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Lunar Solo, selected poems
Jules LaForgue
translated by Mark Ford
The Song Cave, 2023
Mr. Sinclair was greeted by his wife, Leni, when he was released from prison in December 1971.Credit...Andrew Sacks/SaxPix
1941 ~ 2024
April and Silence
Spring lies forsaken.
The velvet-dark ditch
crawls by my side
without refections.
The only thing that shines
are yellow flowers.
I am cradled in my shadow
like a violin
in its black case.
The only thing I want to say
glimmers out of reach
like the silver
at the pawnbroker's.
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The Sorrow Gondola
Tomas Transtromer
Body of the Soul
BY LUDMILA ULITSKAYA ; TRANSLATED BY RICHARD PEVEAR & LARISSA VOLOKHONSKY
Yale University Press
2023
a selection
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O the purity
of the aloneness
of pulling off socks
Dark kitchen
but the lights of
a distant bridge
An old woman
breaking teeth
off a comb
Ignorant of their own souls
monkeys swinging
between temples
Possibly the
largest shell on the beach
and it looks like a shoe
Being sad
and pissing
at the same time
During lunch
stories about
sandwiches
Making
dying flowers glow
the moon's best intentions
Dusting a mirror
she takes a moment
to check her eyebrows
Small bronze head with big nose
holding down
take-out menus
Garden diary
all that's left
of the garden
Such an elegant rainfall
even the dog refuses
to shake it off
Cold summer rain
piercing my shirt
slipping between ribs
A small grave of sorrows
on one branch
in one bird
____________________
Ronald Baatz
A Dream in the Cream
Black Fig Press, 2021