what do we hear?
what is perceived in the hearing?
how soon after hearing a word
or a sentence or even a random
beep in the air
do we begin formulating some
sort of judgment as to the
nature and meaning of a sound?
while walking yesterday i heard
the PA system at a school
and the playground was completely empty
but the sound of a woman's voice
was making a public declaration
even if the intent was directed specifically
to the young students
a whole neighborhood was required somehow
to hear the directive
almost immediately i was aware
of the sound of the voice
and what it meant
so i began recognizing the tone of
authority
a no nonesense conveyance of
what is thought to be necessary information
in short
it was a command
a statement of requirement
a matter to be taken seriously
at least by the students of one grade
if by no-one else
amplified sound has become the norm
human voices are in effect
synthesized constantly
in the world of the microphone
what we hear is the processed sound
it is even more impossible then
to imagine a poet
finding an authentic voice
unless we reduce the experience
of poetry to merely the written word
engaged upon rather silently
that is
read
just now i spoke on the phone
to a friend travelling in a car
on the freeway talking on his cell phone
i heard micro gaps in the transmission
of his voice
i heard the whir of hiway noise in the background
and i heard his voice and an unnatural shrill quality
produced by what ever mechanism allows
for such communication to take place
twice yesterday i experienced the phenomenon
of a call interupted by a forced or accidental hiatus
an ending whose volition had no bearing on anything
i had decided to do
one moment i was talking coherently
the next moment i was forced to acknowledge
the sound of silence
and then the insistent beeping
or the white noise symphony of no space no time
all this happening in my ear
we are deathly burdened
with manufactured sound
then there is the phenomenon
which has made its way into
colloquial reference
the statement often made
when the lives of people
are somehow meant to converge:
"were your ears ringing?"
meant to suggest somehow
that a conversation with you as
the subject
was recently taking place
being had
as it were
these days
a ringing in your ear is
more difficult to explain
it could be anything
from actual directed sound waves
emanating from a radio tower
a sudden rise in blood pressure
a distant almost inaudible alarm
a phone off the hook
a memory of sirens in the night
a friend's guitar amplifier
left on for weeks
a dream from which one strives
to awake
the planet is awhir with manmade and processed
sound
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
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"...For one thing, it frees a person to "hear" the needs of others and the voice of God...I recall the story (perhaps apocryphal) of a naturalist and his friend who were walking along a busy New York city sidewalk. The naturalist stopped abruptly and held back his friend. "Listen. Do you hear that cricket?" The companion was incredulous: "How can you hear a cricket with all this noise?" The naturalist replied, We hear what we are trained to hear." Then he illustrated. He dropped a quarter on the sidewalk, and immediately a swarm of passersby stopped and looked." --pg.49 Monk Habits, Okholm
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Wow, didn't realize that censorship was possible on a blog. I'm such a simpleton!
John!
How are you? Your brother called here the other day asking about you. I don't know any other way to reach you and don't have your email address. He said the monastery needs you and something about your niece? Anyway, give him a call. Give us a call!
Love, Patti B.
patti b
i don't know if you track back in the blogosphere
but if you do
please accept my apologies
my brother bill
is in a very precarious state
these days
we are worried about him
but please don't you worry
about him
it is compounded by the fact
that he is trying
to work coherently
with my dad
who is slipping some
in the mind
somehow bill h had it in his mind
that the only person in all of montana
that could possibly know
where
his brother might
be
was bill b
in that i am travelling these days
it became quite confused between
my brother and my father
you are a treasure of patience i know
but this hanson drama is a bit much
even for me
thanks for your kindness in it all
i'll try to call one of these evenings
i am in so. arizona now
and will return to
so. california next week
recording a gospel record
with some dear friends
peace and unity
j
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