The Alan Sondheim Mail Archive

ululations, weeping in caverns oud, voice hasapi ken bau

with reverb/resonance out of control, sound is transformed from speech to
murmur, and murmur to the resonance of the world. everything that is
spoken is spoken-for; here, everything is reversed, and what is spoken-for
is no longer discernible as speech. every hollow carries its own signature
within it, and every hillock registers the sky. i think of ululations
within the discomfort of the throat, someone might ask of hirself, what is
my throat doing

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