Sunday 22 April 2018

Audio (April)

First and last loves: singing, whistling, clapping. Even they made childhood’s playthings artificial: upright piano, church organ, shire hall violin. Artificial really kicked in with radio: three minute thrills, mono symphonies, news flashes. 33-and-one-third grew to a wall of sound: album sleeves, greatest hits, needle jumps. And TV: cartoon countdowns, canned laughter, that living-room sound. Do I have a triad for CDs? Heralds of endless synthetic, tokens of permanent nostalgia, broken promises of indestructible. Arriving, not before time, at wallpaper: online clips, earplug cacophony, overabundant downloads. Still these abide: morning magpies, leaves riffing rifflings, April rain on a tin roof. 


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