| Tairseacha | Thresholds |
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| Tairseacha | Thresholds |
| Éinne amuigh thar tairseacha? Aon tiompán ar crith ar mhinicíocht ar bith tríd an siosadh statach? Táim ar an raon inchloiste is ísle ard-dílse cogarnaíle daonna, mar a thugaimidne domhandaigh ar ár mbeo pláinéadach, is gur sásamh é focail a chumadh is a dhíchumadh go harmónach le casúirín ar inneoin na héisteachta. Táim ar an amhaire is ísle brí, aimpligh mo ghuí ascalach, amhastrach eachtardhomhanda mhadra ultrasonach HMV mar a bhí fadó, mar atá fós, ar a chorraghiob buanmhaighnéadach i mbéal chlosmhinicíocht an challaire. Tabhair dúinn léas bíogtha tríd an gceo leictreonach is saor sinn ó gach olc mo chogarnaíl íos-déine dB, deonaigh dúinn nach macallaí fuaimthoinne amháin ár nguí ag luasghéarú trí shaol na saol ar ais amach i gcrith mo scairte. |
Anybody out there beyond the thresholds? Any ear-drum reverberating on any heavenly frequency thru the hissing static? I’m on the lowest high-fidelity whispering range of humans, which is what we terrestrials dub ourselves in this sublunar life, composing words with such satisfaction, harmonically distorting them, hammering on the anvil of the tympanum. I’m on the lowest strength woofer; amplify my oscillating prayer, the extraterrestrial barking of the HMV ultrasonic dog as he was in the beginning and is still on his permanently magnetized haunches in the audible mouth of the speaker. Grant us one answering ultra wave of light back thru the electronic fog and deliver us from all evil. Answer my low level dB mumbling. Grant that our prayers are not simply the echoes of mere trembling sound waves, riffing back and forth from my midriff for ever and for ever. |
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Liam Ó Muirthile |
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Doug Cocker Donald Addison Greg Delanty The Author |
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