The stylus slowly descends
On a spinning plate of frozen wax
And eloquently perches on a family of tight lipped grooves.
Sounds like slow footsteps of rain
Rustle up a lilting popular song called whats up
Before the platinum jams the inflexions at a single point
Where it scratches and scrapes and lacerates the skin of wax
In a frenzy of convoluted whorls and loops
That conjures up a haze of loud driveling trance.
A new mangled sound hammers at your head
Complex twisted voices chatter a stuck refrain
Wattsssupwhassuphotsupppwosuf-f-f-f-f-f, parroting it
With the flogging intimacy of strangers.
Thoughts pace at menacing speeds
To usurp from the goldmine of answers
Some articulate fragments of satisfaction.
Each time on the turntables
A new song is born
It soars above the weight of intentions and accidents
Like an object marked by the irreverent beauty
Of a technical fault
Rohit Ranjan is an Independent Filmmaker, photographer
and teacher of film studies and photography at various media institutes.
He has a MA in English from Delhi University and a MA in Mass Communication
from Jamia Milia Islamia. He has been writing poetry, short stories
and screenplays and his interests include independent and experimental
cinema, film and literature
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