Spring

“There is one day when all things are tired, and the very smells as they drift on the heavy air are old and used. One cannot explain, but it feels so. Then there is another day—to the eye nothing whatever has changed—when all the smells are new and delightful and the whiskers of the Jungle People quiver to their roots, and the winter hair comes away from their sides in long draggled locks. Then, perhaps, a little rain falls, and all the trees and the bushes and the bamboos and the mosses and the juicy-leaved plants wake with  a noise of growing that you can almost hear, and under this noise runs, day and night, a deep hum. That is the noise of the spring—a vibrating boom which is neither bees nor falling water nor the wind in the tree-tops, but the purring of the warm, happy world.”

— Rudyard Kipling, Jungle Book 8, The Spring Running

Millions called

“Dial-a-Poem began in 1968 when New York artist, actor, poet John Giorno linked up 15 connected telephones to reel-to-reel tape players and made it possible for anyone to call a telephone number and listen to a poem recited by an established, often radical, poet or author…Millions called.”

— Dial-A-Poem Poets: Radicalizing space with the telephone by James Barrette https://medium.com/@JimBarrett/dial-a-poem-poets-radicalizing-space-with-the-telephone-bfb50cd8f36c#.rk9wob8su

"And I love that dark bird you hold in your arms"

Courtney Johnston, from the NZ Digital Forum, 2012, at 28:30, here