The Alan Sondheim Mail Archive

Azure and the calls at night

Azure, whose hearing is best, heard the clicks all through the night in
the West Jordan development; they were lost on me. One or two, that's all.
Later, processing the files, I came up with the above. Some unfamiliar and
quiet insect, call and response across trees and lawns, temperature 78F,
humidity 33%, high for here. Our skin feels like it's disappearing. The
clicks are haunting, almost in audible, some in series, some seemingly
isolated. Their structure is odd, a quiet primary before the loud
secondary, followed by one or two - not echos, but deliberate signature.
For myself, I realize how poor my hearing is, and I wonder constantly what
my instruments sound like to others; like Beethoven, I ride a crest of
sonic coherency, surely half reconstructed in my mind. I couldn't hear,
out there in the still of the night, what Azure heard; I was in tears...

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