The Hum, Hiss, and Crackle
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…it elegantly and forcefully manifests and models the myriad fluxes that
constitute the natural world. This is from Sonic Flux: Sound, Art, and
Metaphysics...
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I make a pact with you, Walt Whitman --
I have detested you long enough.
I come to you as a spoiled child
Who has a flatulent companion;
I am old enough now to forgive.
Still; it was you that broke wind,
Now is a time for confessing.
We have one mother, stern and grave --
She alone knows we are brothers.
My twisted back with the torn muscle is healing more slowly than I would like and laughing at this (both of these, actually), which are very funny, isn't helping my recovery.
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