“Their existence was—in those first years—like bands of sound moving in clusters—or wave packlets—across a uniform or neutral spectrum. The time might for each have been hummed like a piano string stretched taut inside wood casing. They were in harmony, bound and determined. Yet the laws of objects are mysterious and not the same as common sense or natural reasoning.”
Howe, Fanny. Nod. Los Angeles, CA: Sun & Moon Press, 1998. p. 11.
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“Now I was flying and jumping,
now soaring,
and now falling under the booming, curling sound
of the moter in the bottom of the sea.
The moter hummed steadily, softly, almost lovingly.
THE ROOM
It started when I noticed how forgetful
I was becoming,
how many things were wrong, he said.”
Scalapino, Leslie. “The Sights I Saw.” O, and Other Poems. Berkeley: Sand Dollar, 1976. p. 10
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“Swaying from side to side, bending in a half-circle to the ground and smoothly straightening up again, the shaman let loose such a torrent of sounds that it seemed everything hummed, beginning with the poles of the tent, and ending with the buttons on the clothing.”
Anisimov, A.F. “The Shaman’s Tent on the Evenks and the Origin of the Shamanistic Rite.” In Symposium of the Whole: A Range of Discourse toward an Ethnopoetics, edited by Jerome and Diane Rothenberg, 260. Berkeley; Los Angeles; London: University of California Press, 1983.
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