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Monday, July 03, 2006

yo soy el disco vinyl















i fly
as record-turned-frisbee
from London's busy hands
into the seated lap
of Tiago San


his finger applies pressure
to my grooved surface
revolving 33 times a minute
my black stallion song
in a single second
is whoa'd
reined in

33-28-21-14-8-0
silence...
stillness...

his gentle voice comes to me
from the rest he's entered
...commune.
...celebrate.
...rest.


1 Comments:

  • At 7/03/2006 4:55 AM, Blogger Matt said…

    this is an attempt to poetically describe that sound when someone puts their finger on a record while it's playing. the song rapidly goes to slow-mo...then stops.
    that sound is exactly what it felt like to transition from the speed of london...to the slow pace of Santiago de Compostela, Spain.

    you guys know the sound right? there's not really an onomonopia for it...so...

    A CONTEST:

    all commenters are welcome to invent an onomonopia (sound word) to represent the sound of a record slowing down and stopping...

    i will now write my onomonopia (am i spelling that right) in my journal. whoever gets the closest to my onomonopia wins.

    bonus points if you can name the song i imagined the record-player was spinning before it was abruptly stopped.

     

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