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A 1917 gramophone (phonograph) recording of ‘The Battle Cry Of Freedom’ also known as ‘Rally ‘Round The Flag,’ sung by Charles Harrison. Written in 1862 by the American songwriter, George Frederick Root.
The recording below, Tri-C Community College radio recording, consists of a fantastic collection of sound poetry. ‘Sound poetry’ broadly defined, is poetry which is typically characterized by wild and often non-standard linguistic exclamations, intended to invoke a thematic mood or feeling. As with noise-music, contemporary sound poetry can be traced to the Italian Futurists.
Most notably, the recording features a energetic reading (in Italian) of Futurist Founder F.T. Marinetti’s sound poem, Dune, parole in libertà (1914).
IN MY DREAM | I stood upon a great stair in a endless hall, below which was a voiceless chasm, above which were the voices of a multitude. Tongues in discord liken to the rattling of leaves under a gale. All was lightless, save for a single beam upon the landing & when I stood thereupon the voices spoke as one & the hall was filled with a centipedal chittering. From the amniotic null arose the form of a great and monstrous being with a chintinous carapace like as that of a centipede. The wondrous thing enwrapt the stairwell and filled up the whole of the room and shuttered the light with its chthonic frame and spoke in a million concordant tongues.
D e v o u r
My heart knocked ‘gainst my ribs; paralysis the whole of my form and, in that moment, my name. With great courage I steeled my nerves and forced myself to behold the towering entity, to muster the inner strength to hold it in my gaze. It was not the being’s size which impressed and terrified me, but rather, the tilt of it’s head, inquisitive and inhuman and the luminous sheen of it’s eyes, like coal-fire in the night and the pleasing tenor of it’s cacophonous voices. Yet, the creature did not move forth in a manner to threaten.
What was to be devoured?
A l l t h a t i s t h a t c a n n o t b e c o m e
Even me? Will you devour me as well, creature? I inquired with the last and fading remnants of my courage. The titanic centipedeal being moved forth ever so slightly and, thought it had no lips, it seemed to smile.
O n l y p a r t
A l r e a d y
A strange sensation then in the pit of my stomach and when I looked no stomach of my own was left, but only a black and chitinous shell, like the carapace of a scarab. I opened my mouth to scream but the tongue was drowned by a dozen skittering legs which then slithered from my throat | I AWOKE AND KNEW HIS NAME.
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Text-to-speech audio booklet of Angry-Spirit’s short story, Blown Head, Black Dance provided for those who prefer to listen rather than read.