for Robert Chamberlin
Rocking silently
In a dark anechoic cell,
orphaned to my senses,
my plumbing plays continuo
to my neurons' treble aire.
Seigneur, please-
don’t **** the air away
or deny to me my plate.
Some dabs of water please
for my arid tongue
lest dessicated tubes
and muted synapses
score my pounding drum
to everlasting silence.
November, 2007
Jan 6, 2016
Jan 6, 2016 at 1:40 AM UTC
for Robert Chamberlin
Rocking silently
In a dark anechoic cell,
orphaned to my senses,
my plumbing plays continuo
to my neurons' treble aire.
Seigneur, please-
don’t **** the air away
or deny to me my plate.
Some dabs of water please
for my arid tongue
lest dessicated tubes
and muted synapses
score my pounding drum
to everlasting silence.
November, 2007
Composer, John Cage reported hearing two pitches in an anechoic chamber at Harvard University and was told that the high pitch was his 'nervous system' and the low pitch was his 'blood in circulation.'
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