Abstract
They speak a mellifluous language of their own, pitched somewhere between a
wheel of cheese and velveteen. I know. I've swelled a scene or two, felt
the vibrations through the refreshment table, or in the corners where I
mumble. I've learned beauty strikes them between certain frequencies: a
mundane sonance. I can identify the euphony, but not always its cause. I
must have missed the memo, or had it misread to me. Untuned, I submerge
beneath sonar range, below human hearing: evolving in dark waters, like
weird fishes; or an octabass, 1850, Jean Baptiste Vuillame, 16hz
wheel of cheese and velveteen. I know. I've swelled a scene or two, felt
the vibrations through the refreshment table, or in the corners where I
mumble. I've learned beauty strikes them between certain frequencies: a
mundane sonance. I can identify the euphony, but not always its cause. I
must have missed the memo, or had it misread to me. Untuned, I submerge
beneath sonar range, below human hearing: evolving in dark waters, like
weird fishes; or an octabass, 1850, Jean Baptiste Vuillame, 16hz
| Original language | English |
|---|---|
| Type | Poem |
| Media of output | Text |
| Publisher | Foam:e |
| Place of Publication | Online |
| Volume | 13 |
| Publication status | Published - 2016 |
Publication series
| Name | Foam:e |
|---|---|
| Publisher | Foam:e |
| No. | 13 |
| ISSN (Electronic) | 1449-6445 |