laika was the first living animal in space; launched in sputnik 2.
parts 1 & 2
parts 3 & 4
parts 5 & 6
parts 7, 8 & 9
laika howl
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Friday, March 5, 2010
talking to you is like throwing stones in a well.
if reading is too hard for you, here's the audio from the basement of unnameable books with david francis and alex colwell: talking to you is like throwing stones in a well
talking to you is like throwing stones in a well.
wait on an echo to know how you are.
talking to you is like throwing stones in a well.
a measure of distance known
as stones echo shapes of things.
you can hear shapes if you listen
& sound wraps objects & motion.
talking to you is like throwing stones in a well.
i wish i could hover to see shapes in the water
made by each stone & the sound that rings out
as the stone sinks in dark water.
seeing with your ears leaves you in the dark
as the stone sinks in deep water
in an emotional key. i wish i could fly.
there's always water. sometimes it stays dark longer.
talking to you is like throwing stones in a well
listen for echo to know what shape you're in.
talking to you is like throwing stones in a well
each stone is a sound that fell in the earth's ear.
talking to you is like throwing stones in a well.
wait on an echo to know how you are.
talking to you is like throwing stones in a well.
a measure of distance known
as stones echo shapes of things.
you can hear shapes if you listen
& sound wraps objects & motion.
talking to you is like throwing stones in a well.
i wish i could hover to see shapes in the water
made by each stone & the sound that rings out
as the stone sinks in dark water.
seeing with your ears leaves you in the dark
as the stone sinks in deep water
in an emotional key. i wish i could fly.
there's always water. sometimes it stays dark longer.
talking to you is like throwing stones in a well
listen for echo to know what shape you're in.
talking to you is like throwing stones in a well
each stone is a sound that fell in the earth's ear.
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