Friday, May 9, 2014

It's 2:20 a.m. in Shokan, New York.
I'm sitting alone in a small room,
Listening to the raindrops 
on an aluminum downspout outside my window
and the hum of a refrigerator near my bed.
Just back from Montréal and Austin
two conferences back to back...
Now preparing for two more, Urbana/Champaign
and Copenhagen.
Waging a soft war with ants and spiders,
by keeping dishes clean...


Later this morning I will treat myself
to french toast.
Returning to this blog with a bit of remorse
after a few months absence. 
Perhaps I should just turn it into a hiking blog?
My canoe is on the car, ready for more
paddling and plucking.



In Montréal, the question was posed: 
"What is the meaning of 'working class' in a
post-industrialized era?"
I raised my hand and proposed 
that we extend the title "working class" 
to other species...



This is the only picture I took in Austin:



In Montréal and Austin I spoke about pile driving
how it was a ubiquitous sonic presence in early industrialization.
A particular impact sound, when you hear it, 
you know what it is. Maybe you even feel it in
the soles of your feet. 

And just my luck, when I arrived in Montréal, just 
Two blocks from the hostel,
Behold! Beheard!
(you could hear it all over town):


(and now it was for this
and would it but I should forget
if ever I or it
could flow through, for of in
but this would never be
to time or light
on spin of space and deft
include, and then it could
seem to say....)