What sounds they summon
What sounds they summon!
The sun goes down and rises with him And, can you imagine the day when matter is so sparse and immortal that we become forms of sound ourselves, speeches, compilations of everything we've ever thought or said, and our lives are made of listening to ourselves. Of playback. playback, payback, no hell, no heaven, nothing listless, all listening at last. Echo. Cobra. My man, my brother, my sphere of such gorgeous fractal words I see in them seeing me again. And how that day is now. What sounds we summon. What sounds!
Proposal for a series of sound installations to replace the statues and monuments
for now that chemical warfare is on for now that sonic warfare is on our heroes do not stand (a chance) if still in time no more than silence is unreal and the restless reel shines with the energy of blurry words they speak through me and you to tease the truth through contradiction what sounds they summon, what sounds! We were all charlatan and dandy and daddy O one finger pointing before we became our listening
