a duty of doubt
smoking fire cycle
listening to music
it is as much the decay as the rising note which
one hears. the disappearance of sound is as meaningful as the sound itself;
is the sound itself
actually. the shadow side of sound is silence. why do we assume silence
has only one quality? could it be as conditional as sound, dependent
on many factors and have it’s own conjoined nature. could there
be a unique silence for every unique sound?
the necessary opposing reality to progress is regress. life greets death
and is born again. so it is the missing of sound which makes sound appear
to exist at all. no silence, no sound.
what strikes resonant chords in us is as much the non-feeling as it is
the moving. the stillness also speaks, albeit in a hidden, unique and inscrutable
voice. we hear between and behind music. the music itself is a contour
map of space in motion, confronting us with metaphors of meaning that speak
to us in archetypal allegory. we’ve lost the keys, but we know the
meaning sometimes. we become moved to know ourselves through the sonic
reflection it provides.
digital photo: the talking leather chair by a.lovatt