Thursday, December 11, 2008

One


While chewing an apple, the sound of a wind chime
could not be heard separately from the sound of the apple
being chewed, and vice-versa, and so the two sounds were,
for a brief, exhilarating time, one: a chiming apple —
or, as he put it later to a friend,

                                     “Finally, I know why I’m here.”


From Songs and Letters, originally published December 10, 2008.


Update:
In the Forum: To Your Scattered Bodies Go.

2 comments:

S_Allen said...

Hmmmm - I love reading your stuff now because you always make me think.

William Michaelian said...

Thanks. While we’re on the subject of sound, I just commented on this entry of Geof Huth’s blog, One Million Footnotes. Since he has comment moderation enabled and it might take awhile for it to appear, I’ll post it here as well:

“Sometimes I think of the ringing in my ears as a place of refuge — a sort of sound-dwelling, into which other sounds and bits of silence occasionally fall, then melt away like snowflakes.”