Posted by on May 29, 2011 in Sing15: Will's Year | No Comments

Austin — The night before Memorial Day, I sit at my dining room table and sing a pre-memory tune, like a harvest from an unremembered field. It’s gentle and minimal, the one thing on the top of my palate that wants to be given sound right now.

I’m reminded of music from a pow wow, that high pitched elder sound, pulsing like the heart, continuous like breath, rising from — and perfectly efficient like — nature.

Pulse sounds like this.

©2011 Will Hewett

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