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Fintail Sound Archive Vol.4
“The Voice Behind the Curtain”— Not Yet Arrived
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There was once a curtain woven, not from cloth but from memory
still too fragile to sound.
It shimmered — not with light,
but with the friction of things left unsaid.
Daniel Buren Défini, fini, infini (2014)
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Behind it,
a stage
lit for no one.
The stained glass blinked
like a closed eye
listening instead of seeing.
Each color
was a vowel that never opened.
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Above the stage,
frames hung crooked—
stories peeling into dust.
Ink faded into
something less than silence,
something not yet translated.
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Once,
a score had tried to appear.
But the voice broke apart
before it could be notated.
So the paper wept.
It bled in splashes and scribbles,
as if the scream
was still searching for a mouth.
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And then, the boat.
Tangled in red threads,
buried in keys
that no hand could match,
it waited beneath
a sea of untold permissions.
Each key once fit a voice.
Now they jingled like lost names
in the wind of remembering.
Chiharu Shiota “The Key in the Handat” (2015)
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The curtain breathed again.
Its honeycomb caught the light—
but it wasn’t sweetness.
It was residue.
The hum of silence
after the bees had left.
Still warm.
Still full
of the desire to speak.
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And what of the voice?
It hadn’t gone.
It hadn’t faded.
It had simply waited.
Behind the curtain,
within the weave,
beneath the script,
inside the chords,
around the boat,
and through the thread.
It was never gone.
Only waiting.
Not yet arrived.
🫧 “Which sound might echo transparent membrane of silence?”
🎧 Listen to the archive here:
• Fennesz – Endless Summer
• Alva Noto – Xerrox Vol.2
• Félicia Atkinson – The Flower and the Vessel
• Miki Yui – Ur
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