Our
bod- box, stretched with strings, veils itself within a global tympanum.
We live amid sounds and cries, amid waves rather than spaces the organism
moulds and indents itself
...I am a house of sound, hearing and voice at once, black box and sounding-board,
hammer and anvil,
a grotto of echoes, a music cassette, the ear's pavillion, a question mark,
wandering in the space of messages filled or stripped of sense
...I am the resonance and the tone, I am altogether the mingling of the tone
and its resonance.
(
Jamrozy-Bifurcations of a Sonic Nature extracted from Michel Serres-Le Cinq
Sens)
