Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Silence


With so many of us talking at once,
I wonder how there can be silence at all.
Or is silence the sum total of sound,
An infinite roar, a vessel rimmed with stars?

From Songs and Letters, originally published January 27, 2008.



Library Notes: The Complete Poetical Works of Lord Byron

Update:
In the Forum: “The Pig’s Tale.”

6 comments:

Old 333 said...

Sort of like noise cancellation, only as a totality of all voices over all time?

Really liked this one, William - thanks.

Peter G.

rahina q.h. said...

the noise of air-con units in a hot city... the noise was deafening making me clostrophobic and craving for air. over a week later, i have to listen to hear it... have we become desensitized to more than we should be?

Gerry Boyd said...

The Sacred Om.

William Michaelian said...

Thanks, Peter. Could be. Although that does sound a bit like an adjustment on an old TV set.

To keep from being overwhelmed, Rahina, I think we’re programmed to shut out stimuli. Of course that can work against us as well. For instance, I’ve been talking to myself so long I no longer hear it, but others do, and they realize what a monotonous fool I am.

Which leads us, Gerry, to the Profane Om.

Anthony Duce said...

It is all silence, once you stop listening. I think it is “An infinite roar” some have stopped hearing.

William Michaelian said...

Yes. And then there is the fear of silence, drowned out by the noise in our heads.