Patrick Farmer
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Let’s imagine we have already heard everyone we’ll ever hear, before we were born, liminal space in between black and white holes, black and white stones, everyone we’ve ever heard as immanent process of invisible impressions dormant as well as resonant.
Poet Fanny Howe talks about an old Hasidic saying where in womb, babies carry all information from all time. Floating in their motherly amniotic home, they remember, they are part of everyone, water molecules in their bodies, stars of milky way… and as they are born such energy departs elsewhere, but as a some children enter world, an angel flicks their nose, and they hold onto memory of universe, they retain their fractal nature where waters inside and outside of them retains their shape in word-sounds who look like memory.
In this light Howe says that listening is existing in future of all utterance, future is full of listening, descending, wanting, understanding, who we hear, who is taken, and who goes elsewhere. Our brains are babies, all ancients are in them still. Indeed, Howe says that our souls are length of baby, part of who she refers to as heartland, everyone is there while everyone is Orpheus.