The Mechanical Eardrum

by Dorian Pimpernel

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I started my life as a part
Of someone’s naked body
Tympanum
Cold was the blade when they took me
Off the face with the eyes closed
To the structure of
Smoked glass and iron

Vibrations run trough the membrane
Drawing irregular lines
Shaping hieroglyphic patterns
Signs of a language of sound

I’m but a piece of the device
A transducer made out of flesh
Tympanum
My feeble I tied to the frame
That carries sound vibrations
To the stylus
Impulse to tracings

Vibrations run trough the membrane
Drawing irregular lines
Shaping hieroglyphic patterns
Signs of a language of sound

[Photo : Chloé Ðe Nombel / Artwork : John Henriksson]

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released March 5, 2013

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Dorian Pimpernel Paris, France

In its pale murmur, the Moon resembles the incommunicable parts of music—words of loneliness, yet fragile and profound. Here, appearances waver and the Infinite retreats. As for what’s left behind—that, you’ll never know. But everything is on its way. You can’t listen to Dorian Pimpernel without remembering this.

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