Friday, March 4, 2011

Chamber Made

After our builder completed the work on our house and the one-year warranty expired, meaning whatever was left on the punch list had punched out and was off the clock, I went to work on excavating the echo chamber.

To you, my house looks rundown, needs exteriour repairs and probably isn't worth the price of a pretty penny, but...

Hang on a second while I rotate the dial on the lock that holds the clasp in place over the door to the outer chamber that leads to the inner chamber and away from the chamber orchestra that is out of business ever since horror-comedy film directors employed synthetic players to perfectly perform film scores like they were written and not interpreted to be heard.

25-DA-66-DE-56-ZK-09-R-22.

There!

[creaking sound, if you please, Foley, my sound assistant]

I lean against the wall of sound as if it's nature/society/species on which I normally lean and get my sustenance.

Hmm...there's something new I haven't felt/heard before.

It's the ancient voice of time, you know, like how 24 hours of real time away from the Internet feels like 7 days of virtual time away from the Internet.

I hear Nancy and Ronny Ray-gun telling me to read my astronomical charts because many of the planets are on the other side of the Sun, which can only mean one thing...

Something's going on on Saturn!

Somewhere a chip on a windshield is spreading into a crack.

Which means only one more thing...

An unexpected event is about to occur (and, believe it or not, all events are unexpected, although possibly anticipated to near 100% accuracy).

Listen to the silence between echoes again.

Waiting, waiting, waiting, writhing, waiting, weighting, waiting, waiting, rating, waiting, raining, waiting, waiting waiting.

There it is.

No WIMP here.

We're looking in the wrong place again, although wimps certainly are valuable members of society - no matter how weak they appear, they're strong at something.

If we surround ourselves with enough stuff that we can lean on, we feel very important in our specialisation, receiving accolades and marmalade with lemonade on wry toasts from the admiring crowd.

There is one, and there are two or three, who are receiving no public recognition for their work that you should pay the most attention.

Just like the Tarot card reader who predicted that Oprah would cause maelstroms in Australia, watching later as Aussies admiringly bestowed love upon her arrival, unaware that maelstrom is a general word and would not associate the flooding directly to her visit, never assume that this generation knows what's going on.

Ten steps forward and ten steps backward.  Go fifty steps forward and you fall on your face.  The same for going backward.

Seek a balance, listening to original waveforms, echoes and the absence of echoes.

Make sure your echo chamber leaves room for the unexpected.

Don't jump to conclusions by applying labels to the unlabelable.

Lean against the unbearable.

Listen without hearing.

Albino camel crickets are part of the picture that the Picts removed from the pixels.

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