MARTIN FRENCH
HARMONY AND HARMONICS 1999
the first sound you hear
is red
and everything is red a red
red angry red so the first sound
is angry and such a fine anger
a mist of anger a fine spray
a fine spray indeed in deed
the first shot is blood –
clearly
the first sound you hear
is bloodshot
a red amorphous
harm a hum
an hum ah
numb that first fist bleeding
round
sound red you hear
something incongruous here in the red
that anger never comes in a fine mist red
or otherwise this found sound is curious
at its
heart now comes a concussion
anew sound bleeding
into the blood
anew the sound is
cream really cream
a cream concussion
sunburst the new sound
is white the cream
sound is just the explosion
of the white sound
into the heart of the red
poom
the lotus opening in time-lapse
poom
the sound of a smile in the middle of a kiss
poom
the white sound bursting over the red
now
here’s a conundrum the white sound
washes out from the heart of the red and around
there’s a reeling behind the eyes a vertigo
this sound is
a falling a dropping a slip in time
this white is
either heaven or death
a wave sound a hiss and
then in its midst
the sparks of all the next sounds all
the next are here so the next sound you hear
the third is everything
everything else is here in the sparks
these third sounds and sound motes whiter
than the white you hear them
cracking out in blacks and a booming blue
a pinprick golden gold doll’s sigh sound’s
creeping up on you from behind a sweetening
the gold is the harmony and it doesn’t exist
that lustre that shine is only the implication of all
the other sounds over-which and through-which a bloom
of
green a fireline snakeing sizzle
almost
a thunderclap green rolling across
the
whole symphonetic muse vista
this green
ripple this torn piece of time and sky
this wave washing
through from the outside
this emerald-sound
whip cuts through the white
harm trailing
magenta clouds
this
foil of green cutting into the layers
disembowelling the white of its cream and red
the golden welling in the edges of the wound
just a hint a fragrance of non-existence
of everything and nothing all together in the rip
poom the pong of eternity a paying out
on drums a gut-slapping to impress four year-olds
you hear it all and it is blue blue blue
as the red in the white and the sparks in the wave
blue as the sound of a tear in blue
blue as the sound of the sky blue
blue as the tears tears tear in time
a
tick-tick-blue as blue as you hear
a blue metronomics as blue as
you here.