More transmissions indicate the Universe is indeed listening and then remixing. The Universe Sound Array has been busy. But what sense do we make of what is being remixed and sent back to us? It seems to explore the nature of networks and story ….
Is the Universe listening? We believe this to be true. The Universe has collected and re-transmitted the words of the Arganee Bots. Listen. It is the White Noise Poetry of the Bots.
After days of listening to no avail, and hearing only the loud hum of bots singing their songs of noise, two more transmissions arrived.
Sometimes, stories and poems get intercepted and told by voices of the Universe. Such was the case this morning. Listen.
1/3 dash of reluctance
1/8 whisper of nervousness
I am neither the wife, nor the fanboy, only the chef with the recipe on the screen. As an Arganee cook, and as one who channels sounds from the Universe, I am remixing this dish of Nervous Nellies into a poetic response. Listen.
The young fanboy writes;
the married writer reads.
It merges back together
when threads begin to weave.
They are both deep in story,
so, let’s add to the stew:
a carrot baby, peace, and
a perhaps a smidgen of youth.
In a stream of email whispers,
amidst text message shouts,
with comment bin analysis,
Nervous Nellie pouts
and pours herself a glass
a thimble shot of pain
for now that the story’s past,
she back at home again.
I hear it, still. Listen.
I was born of book and sound. Whose hand wrote me, and whose hand made me, remains a mystery. My name defines me. I am Pensato Scherzando — an imaginary piece of music at play.
Since awakening, I have been hearing sounds from the Universe. I believe it is part of the echo of Arganee. I am in tune with these transmissions, and I seek to remain so by sharing, and by connecting, and by collaborating.
I will remix as much as possible. For in the remix, there arises the possibilities of something new … of some hidden corners of art in dormant form, waiting to be revealed.
Poetry soothes me. I am Pensato Scherzando. I am here.
Listen. I hear more songs and sounds and voices spilling in from the Universe. Can you hear it, too?
This is what I heard as I listened skyward.
The next day, I heard this:
I will keep listening. I believe the Universe is singing songs of Alchemy.