Haven’t written a poem for a while, but this has emerged in the last few weeks. Very much a sensory response manifesting out of my studies into my actual encounters & affiliation with a world of objects, object-sound, object-smell, object-taste.
between noisescapesilence the extractor fan in the bathroom is too loud its loudness has be- come an agentic property, I cannot see it otherwise than emerging out of brokenness. hearing:seeing. it has affected a trajectory revealed a gap between it & a noisescape of disrepair. something has taken a turn a hand played in anticipation. this is volume territory. the sound has surpassed all expectation. a broke-drone freakishly ornate in flakes of human skin & breath & germ. cracking its knuckles as if to read the atmosphere of grey rooms: agencyactormeshworkfreak