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Countless Little Notes<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n I wanted to represent the sound, not the person who was producing it,<\/em> – Yoko Tawada, \u201cThe Art of Being Nonsynchronous\u201d<\/p>\n Yesterday I wrote countless little notes on bus tickets and coasters, on post its in illegible scrawl. The peacock blue ink loops and arches. A flurry in C Minor musical atoms, from the pen the smallest unit to build a bridge ossicles – hammer, anvil and stirrup – and the bookbinder whose blood have nothing to say to the silver chaser of kookaburra wings and left a patina to the kiss of air.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Beth Grimm<\/strong>, a mother of three, originates from South Yorkshire but now calls Berlin home. She is studying for a Masters in English with Dalarna University, Sweden and has previously been published by Ink, Sweat and Tears <\/em>and Magma Poetry.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Countless Little Notes I wanted to represent the sound, not the person who was producing it, nor its metaphorical significance. It took me quite some time to come up with a solution: My solution was not to find a solution, but rather to enter into the crevice between sound and language […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-10507","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10507","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=10507"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10507\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10509,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10507\/revisions\/10509"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=10507"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=10507"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=10507"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\n nor its metaphorical significance. It took me quite some time to come up<\/em>
\n with a solution: My solution was not to find a solution, but rather to enter<\/em>
\n into the crevice between sound and language and make countless little notes.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nto sound on the back of an envelope,<\/p>\n
\nand the reverse of Kitkat wrappers<\/p>\n
\nstained my thumbs deep in the whorls,<\/p>\n
\nof semihemidemisemiquavers,<\/p>\n
\nof a musician who cannot hear<\/p>\n
\nacross the crevice between the auditory<\/p>\n
\nand the word. The blacksmith<\/p>\n
\ncourses in my capillaries<\/p>\n
\nwho obsessed with the shimmer<\/p>\n
\non my skin only visible when exposed<\/p>\n