trash dash: manhattan ii.

polyphonic dream vision

sonorous in plastic tubing

limned transducers and sound scriptures

in a garden of minimal fences

sonic spaces expand

from properties shaped

of bird-like sounds

the genesis of silver clouds

and chance-based tape collages

squall of rainforest insects and birds

these are the hazy processes

at the intersections of evocative

seams and anticausal

textural resonances

helium pillows fuzz

with electronic modifications

titled: variations 1 – 53

“Do it everyday for a while,” my father kept saying. “Do it as you would do scales on the piano. Do it by prearrangement with yourself. Do it as a debt of honor. And make a commitment to finishing things.”

— Anne Lamott