Patrick,
My fridge sometimes has a lot to say. I mean to record one of its songs one day. It's un-nerving when it does it at 1pm in the morning. Mostly, it''s a kind of ruminant hum.
J
On 08/10/2015, at 1:58 AM, Patrick McManus wrote:
> some-else who has dialogues with machines
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> -----Original Message----- From: Jill Jones
> Sent: Wednesday, October 7, 2015 10:05 AM
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> Subject: A Rising Snap
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> A Rising
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> the sky’s getting close to Libra rising
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> it doesn’t seem to have anything to do with balance or beauty
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> is it a hustle, or a joke
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> some kind of maintenance of the mundane
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> another lie like any other lie
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> whatever refusal or dance is needed
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> as the wind suddenly turns into rain
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> then just as suddenly subsides
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> as necessity leads nowhere
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> as effects are simply effects rather than evidence
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> or a lead-in to an argument that might become reason
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> the fridge hums
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> it’s not mimicking the brief rain, it’s a machine
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> but for a moment it almost sounds like
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> a comrade, like a passing train
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> or tinnitus, blood, a pen writing across a page
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> any sound you could befriend
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> anything that sounds like some dialogue
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> you imagined when you imagined
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> walking out into the world
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> as if there were people
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> as if trees grew out of deliberate earth
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> and as if there was such a thing as singing
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