Videography by Andrew Hinton & Music by Owen Ó Súilleabháin
BLESSING FOR SOUND I thank you, for the smallest sound, for the way my ears open even before my eyes, as if to remember the way everything began with an original, vibrant, note, and I thank you for this everyday original music, always being rehearsed always being played, always being remembered as something new and arriving, a tram line below in the city street, gull cries, or a ship's horn in the distant harbour, so that in waking I hear voices even where there is no voice and invitations where there is no invitation so that I can wake with you by the ocean, in summer or in the deepest seemingly quietest winter, and be with you so that I can hear you even with my eyes closed, even with my heart closed, even before I fully wake. BLESSING FOR THE LIGHT I thank you, light, again, for helping me to find the outline of my daughter's face, I thank you light, for the subtle way your merest touch gives shape to such things I could only learn to love through your delicate instruction, and I thank you, this morning waking again, most intimately and secretly for your visible invisibility, the way you make me look at the face of the world so that everything, becomes an eye to everything else and so that strangely, I also see myself being seen, so that I can be born again in that sight, so that I can have this one other way along with every other way, to know that I am here. -from The Bell and the Blackbird
Thank you for this. Under the influence of other recent comments by DW on the nature of sound and sight, I played the audio on a very good little speaker, and watched the video on my phone. For a moment, I stood in the space between the senses, wondering at their entire difference. I then closed my eyes and followed only the sound as it resonated inside my body. Blessing? I think so.
",..hear voices
even where there is no voice
and invitations where
there is no invitation..." Yes.
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