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    my cloud*

     
     
     
     
     


    * Elephants can hear clouds

    my cloud
    says
    my glove
    my clove
    my love

    oh Domino give us the powdered snow

    let the snow fall
    from screens *

    white
    fingered
    noise

    the constellation
    of him =
    you-flakes

    projected
    what courses
    from you =

    translating
    the spectacle
    of your signals *

     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

    shape
    to come
    =

    furtive diva

    Empty scene, nothing
    projector blues,
    we’re waiting for the actor
    the actress, teach y’all the lesson
    of ballets, staggers,
    shhhhh here come the photons

    protons thrown forth beyond it thus
    carried without definition sth like
    high res and wasting it
    has a timing issue—under its snow effects
    pixel-desert until the image explodes
    * * * * * *
    appearance: to be lost in lieu of character
    acting the tragic comedy acting out
    inventing yourself in funnyfunny grandiose
    make and lose your own Callas,
    gestures imperfect not too shabby modes of chic
    & so hopf then even still
    the tragedy’s icon
    * * * * * *
    so, that’s what it means to do sth
    that resembles nothing
    you’re not going to ask for an apology are you

     
     
     
     
     

    it’s blasting cannon
    * * *
    your mattress
    * * *
    everywhere
    * * *
    snow
    * * *
    of asterisk-
    words
    * * *
    as
    starness
    * * *
    of infra-
    sounds

     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

    your variety of
    breath
    white noise

    sound cobbled up
    of him
    hold rough
    t-t-t-t
    clink of
    his encounter
    with skin
    ddddddd

    projection on the other side,
    Oran, Algiers at times

    the impulse. the pink noise,
    your machine’s tongue
    of sound, the torrent, pulled,
    bodies of electro-gestures.

     
     
     
     
     

    bruit blanc = white noise
    realization of a random process
    the spectral density of power
    the same for all frequency
    bands of the band width.
    bruit blanc = heavy crackle
    = dtdtdtdtdtdtdt

     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

    on the screen, loud thump,
    it’s greying out on retinae

    wide screen
    manifestation, nothing
    black / white
    subject, the signal-image

    the whole gallery
    only taken
    (us taken)
    impressions of the image
    is not a painting

    Signal faible
    bruit parasites électromagnétiques
    Même si rien ne fait sens, c’est clair que quelque chose
    est reçu, quelque chose a été envoyé. Laissé ouvert dans
    le cas d’un acte malentendu, délibéré ou intentionnel.

    In the video signal, white noise appears on the image
    like a “snow” effect.

     
     
     
     
     

    man =
    exposed bare chested—
    torsion of wood
    splinters
    the observation
    free
    to proliferate =

     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

    Private tongue:
    can you flex in
    your muscles
    this static /
    as if taking
    ties in your eyes on skin

    unplugging the antenna: the
    clean sound
    of parts and
    finds it ever
    more powdery
    more white?

    bodies severally
    bombarded by
    the signal-sound,
    the lines
    of papers
    of fingers

    It fills the
    sky like a
    radio-whisper

     
     
     
     
     

    But for her
    On the shell
    Venus appears
    Elle arrive—
    Here she comes
    shhhhhh écumes
    The sound of foam

     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

    Pulling away from these languages
    being deceptive of
    total translation

    Wahoo cr sssshhhh—
    shhhhhhh—cr snow—
    life above zero—cr-
    your crying birth tv of shhhhh

    naturally
    three degrees above zero
    you cry you scrutinize you shhhhhhh—

    fills the sky with a
    radio whisper
    of weak cr signal

     
     
     
     

    relation
    of
    white noise
    of snow shh
    with
    step sounds
    in snow crsh

     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

    insert loop n
    <LOOPx ….>
    <LOOPn(LOOPx)></LOOPn>
    </LOOPx>
    loop n in
    loop x you get
    loop x includes
    loop n, itself
    reproduces
    loop x includes
    loop n at last
    loop x
    loop x
    no result.

    loops,
    lips,
    slips,
    loops seen
    forehead [Memling]
    his loops,
    his lips
    his slips seen
    torsos [Tillmans]
    the loops
    the lips
    the slips seen
    the flips [Hockney]

     
     
     
     
     
     
     

    loops
    snow
    cannon
    xtrapolar
    great
    lightness

     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

    Call to themself
    One calling the other

    Wa-hoo flower patterns
    Beautiful plants, ayo logic

    The greatest use
    Of the following aphorism

    On our novel beaches
    Algorithm considered as

    Begging the question.

    fine / eine /
    mine / mince /
    prinz / price /
    rich / reich /
    rough / rush /
    peach / pêche /
    bentz / bêche /
    leash / laisse /
    flèche / flush /
    lash / lasse /
    lush / auch /
    noch / notch /
    touch / touche /
    mush / muss /
    must / moche /
    mèche / mash /
    flash / lâche /
    ish / wesh /
    mine / mince /
    fine / eine /

     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

    Sound: Vibration of air under the action of a source of sound.

    – I’ve recorded these words so that you could hear them, you who are far away. This distance, temporary as it may, will let us hear each other. Like this Indian girl in 1960s England who sent bits of audio tape to her parents who remained far away.

    Frequency: Speed of the vibration. As frequency increases, so does the pitch.

    – Remaining over there in India, her parents sought to convey what they were, to tell her about the evolution of her context, of which she was now cut off; she sought to reach them without wanting to return. They sent audio tapes, and then super 8 videos.

    Spectrum: Each sound is made of a set of vibrations of different frequencies. This set is called spectrum.

    – Voice, images, and the movement of bodies reinforced distance as much as presence—they remained there in these tapes, which she set in motion in her film I for India.

    Sound-Image-Making-Machine.

    In an analogic recorder, magnetic tape runs through the device, the tape cristals orient and set in—they replicate a sound-image, which is then decoded by the playback tips.

    Hers and the machine.

     
     
     
     
     
     
     

    I—tapes—
    stage crystals over
    crystals strictly
    sliced rhythm
    of envoy I’ = y’ = he
    sends your device th’ = she of
    her sound-image of this
    machine this

     

    Vincent Broqua is a writer, translator, and professor. He writes in French and English and teaches North American arts and literature in the MA in Literary Creation program at Université Paris 8. With Abigail Lang and Olivier Brossard, he co-curates the Double Change reading series and the Poets and Critics program. His latest publications include Recovery (trans. Cole Swensen; Pamenar Press, 2023), La langue du garçon (Al Dante, 2022), and Photocall, projet d’attendrissement (Les petits matins, 2021; Prix du roman gay 2021 mention poésie). He is a translator of many poets and writers, such as Caroline Bergvall, Jim Dine, Thalia Field, Kevin Killian, Mónica de la Torre, Karen Sandhu, Layli Long Soldier, Tracie Morris, Erín Moure, and Anne Waldman.

    Léon Pradeau is in Chicago, on a balcony, with his cats. He is the founding editor of Transat’, a journal of poetry and poetics in French and English.

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