LIstening Post

A void of apprehension
Orchestras of technique and noise
Reversed upon the learning of speech
Irritating the ventilation of sound escaping

The wing-span of birds considered and measured
the lapping of a brook controlled by movement of stones
to refit the narrative of nature, to reuse the listener
the rights of our brethren in the asylums
who were taught magic and dismissed at their peak
to destroy the tune bound by the white whale

the invocation of a seizure
the choreography of a starless night
the sound of sunken ships jostling about in the dark Atlantic

that is the sound, that is the music, that is the poetry I hear…


in my soul.



- Chris Mansel