my fabulous new soundscapes (see the last two posts if confused) have reminded me of another piece of verse I love – about sound. So here it is for your delectation today:
Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices
That, if I then had waked after long sleep,
Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming,
The clouds methought would open and show riches
Ready to drop upon me that, when I waked,
I cried to dream again.
(Act 3, Scene 2 of The Tempest)
Perhaps I should recite it the next time the neighbours are noisy. And on a similar theme, does anyone remember the Bruce Nauman sound installation at the Tate Modern? That was one of my favourite things, ever. Click on my link and you can experience it all over again (sort of). Thank you thank you thank you thank you…