Everybody's entitled to a little existenstialrangle fangle bang
"Forty children outside on wet gravel
Main road in the country, recorded on a bend in the A44 near Leominster
City park, near a pond with ducks, moorhens, and geese, on a breezy day
Blustery wind, on a beach with drifting sand
Welsh hillside with occasional creaking trees, birds, and distant sheepdog
Children quietly fidgeting
Industrial dispute: jeers and calls
2 1/4 year old baby crying
Woodland atmosphere (mixed deciduous) on a windy day (occasional flying insect)"
This poetry is brought to you by the BBC. Specifically, the BBC Sound Effects Library, Volumes 2 and 7. Sound effects CDs have some amazing descriptions of the sounds included therein. I can't help but imagine somebody thinking, "Yes, well that's okay, but I really needed something a little less close to Leominster." Or possibly a sound connaiseur, rambling about the fuller, smokier overtones of the sound of a beach with drifting sand as opposed to a more static beach. I suppose there's a chapter in The Phantom Tollbooth about this. I'd also like to see a drama, art, or writing class using these as a prompt, though they're near perfect as is.
I also have this book of people making faces, and something about this sort of obsessive capturing and cataloging mesmerizes me.