Monday, November 25, 2019

AN ANCIENT TURNS ON THE RADIO, HEARS ROCK, THEN REGGAE

By Ben Greenman
from forthcoming collection, as yet untitled

It has been found that a succession of sounds produced by a solid rod upon a hollow bowl covered by a thin sheet of nearly any substance results in an exceedingly memorable pattern, more indelible in the mind than any regular schedule of visual markings or colors can possibly be. This phenomenon most resembles the movement of a clock, recurring with reassuring regularity. Or it can be regarded as relentless, a signal at intervals that proceeds no matter if an observer wishes it to do so or not. The perceptible world itself, like the warp of time through  which it is pulled through as weft, is thus segmented for the consideration of the mind that rests upon it, furnishing reality’s pulse in much the same way that the heart furnishes a human pulse. Life originates here, as well as the persistence of life. And yet, tiny variations in the spaces between signals are capable of fully altering the larger pattern, and in doing so inspiring all sentient entities in the vicinage to move in keeping with this new cadence. Without precision and yet by reason of the quickness of their response they become corroborators of this second rhythm. And if these features are biological features, I.e. if they have been pulled across the barrier between brain and blood, behold a body in thrall to meter! 

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