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This may be a short lived thread but no matter. When, I think, Mike Politic started a similar thread on TOP (back in the mists of time), there were some interesting responses. So ...
A bird chirupping (immediately takes me back to being a child in the garden on a chilly Spring day)
A plane passing overhead (gone by the time you read this)
Computer hum
Creaking door
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Antheil
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« Reply #1 on: 11:08:48, 23-02-2008 » |
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Hearing now:
Hum of computer fan
Blackbirds
Gun shot (Pigeons being shot)
Bus going down the lane
Dripping tap in kitchen
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Reality, sa molesworth 2, is so sordid it makes me shudder
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harmonyharmony
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« Reply #2 on: 11:12:51, 23-02-2008 » |
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Clock in the kitchen
Front door creaking almost shut but then blowing open in the breeze
Miscellaneous computer noises
Hum of fridges
High pitched noise made by the electrics
Sound of traffic (too constant and garbled to distinguish individual vehicles)
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'is this all we can do?' anonymous student of the University of Berkeley, California quoted in H. Draper, 'The new student revolt' (New York: Grove Press, 1965) http://www.myspace.com/itensemble |
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« Reply #3 on: 13:05:42, 23-02-2008 » |
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distant traffic, computer crackling, breakfast downstairs
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Jonathan
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« Reply #4 on: 18:19:14, 23-02-2008 » |
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Computer whirring, oven whirring, Lynn sorting things out in the kitchen, open fire crackling and (best of all) our happy cat, purring!
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Best regards,
Jonathan
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"as the housefly of destiny collides with the windscreen of fate..."
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Antheil
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« Reply #5 on: 18:28:52, 23-02-2008 » |
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Computer whirring, oven whirring, Lynn sorting things out in the kitchen, open fire crackling and (best of all) our happy cat, purring!
The Cheers echoing down the valleys as Wales have won three out of three matches in the Six Nations! Sorry Jonno for being a rugger buglar  All seems harmony and light chez toi, enjoy |
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« Reply #6 on: 18:37:04, 23-02-2008 » |
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Anty, this afternoon two women, immediately identifiable by their accents as South Walians, purchased tickets and boarded the bus. They announced that today was the big day! I suggested that they might be a week out. What's next Saturday then, came the reply! So much for Welsh nationalism, eh?
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Ron Dough
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« Reply #7 on: 22:43:58, 23-02-2008 » |
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The standard light whirr/hum and the wind roughing though the trees outside, pretty violent gusts. This chair clicks and creaks as I move, too.
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« Reply #8 on: 22:52:43, 23-02-2008 » |
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The candles spitting, me swallowing, very distant traffic noise, a wind chime.
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« Reply #9 on: 13:16:10, 24-02-2008 » |
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I've got a creaky wooden chair too, my late dad's one which I think was in his family for years. Plus I have a bare wooden floor in my study, so lots of scraping. Bi-plane buzzing over the seafront. Some guy across the way practising the same lick on his saxophone over and over.
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Green. Always green.
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« Reply #10 on: 13:28:41, 24-02-2008 » |
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I'm hearing the fan of my oven which is wafting out some lovely garlickly smells  and the cooing of Mr. and Mrs. Pigeon. My chair is slightly creaky too, it's an old Lloyd Loom tub chair. |
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« Reply #11 on: 17:22:24, 24-02-2008 » |
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Drum-kit, bass guitar, little R's voice during the very occasional silences... there's probably lots of birdsong too but surprise surprise I can't hear any!
(A few nights ago a fox was very noisy - lots of yelping and squawking, probably a vixen?)
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Merely corroborative detail, intended to give artistic verisimilitude to an otherwise bald and unconvincing narrative.
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« Reply #12 on: 17:50:24, 24-02-2008 » |
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Yesterday, about 20 mins after the Welsh victory in stygian gloom a sudden chirruping -its a cadenzaey flutter now-in the one tree permitted in this corner of N9. I can hear it `again now. Bestows a certain loveliness on the twilight, and confirms, whatever the regulations say, it is Spring. I like the idea of these chairs creaking in percussive ensemble-real furniture makes sounds like that.
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« Reply #13 on: 20:17:49, 24-02-2008 » |
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Next door's TV... to the point where I can practically make out the dialogue.
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« Reply #14 on: 17:11:48, 25-02-2008 » |
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This is seen, not heard: looking out of the window watching several flocks of perhaps a couple of hundred starlings each involved in their evening cavorting: swirling masses whose fluid shapes are ever changing, flying round and through each other, wheeling round on the high wind and swarming into new patterns. It's like watching large shoals of fish, though so much fleeter. It's a daily occurrence for our local flock, but every now and again they're joined by others, and today's one such day: there's thousands of them out there. The patterns shift and change so rapidly, expanding and contracting, turning inside out, coalescing then splitting apart again that it's like the visualisation of some impossibly mercurial scherzo for glissandoing, divisi strings. Fabulous.
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