Music for quiet cats.
Alpha
Andata
Anemelia
Blooms
Care
Dive
Flee
Flight
Hyperballad
Loved
Oculus
Onward
Re
Shant
Sisyphe
Somer
Tributary
Unfurl
Unravel
What is it that repeatedly presents itself to my mind? It is this: the coronal suture of the skull (this would first have to be investigated) has – let us assume – a certain similarity to the closely wavy line which the needle of a phonograph engraves on the receiving, rotating cylinder of the apparatus. What if one changed the needle and directed it on its return journey along a tracing which was not derived from the graphic translation of a sound, but existed of itself naturally – well: to put it plainly, along the coronal suture, for example. what would happen?
A sound would necessarily result, a series of sounds, music … feelings – which? Incredulity, timidity, fear, awe – which of all the feelings here possible prevents me from suggesting a name for the primal sound which would then make its appearance in the world … Leaving that side for the moment: what variety of lines then, occurring anywhere, could one not put under the needle and try out? Is there any contour that one could not, in a sense, complete in this way and then experience it, as it makes itself felt, thus transformed, in another field of sense?
— Rainer Maria Rilke, ‘Primal Sound’ (1919)