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Chapters (47)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Notice
  3. Dedication
  4. Epigraphs
  5. THE FIVE BURROWS
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  7. UTOPIA OF RULES
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  14. ENCLOSURE
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  17. HORSE AND SPARROWS
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  24. ALL WATCHED OVER BY MACHINES OF LOVING GRACE
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  32. BENEATH THE BEACH
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  42. SARDINES
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  44. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  45. Also by Joni Murphy
  46. A NOTE ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  47. Newsletter Sign-up

In the sea sounds exist. Sounds more than exist. The sea resonates with itself and with us. The sea is a shell that resounds with us.

Walls of coral, ceilings of ice, ocean floors reflect and return our sounds enriched. The sea possesses deep channels like radios. Sound travels faster in the sea. Sounds circle through our radio waves.

Sea is our vessel and the vessel is a medium and the medium is a clear gel for growing culture. Sea exists, so vessels exist, so culture exists, so media exist, which makes us media makers.

We are media makers who sing, who steer ourselves with song in the craft of breath control. We are microtone traders who compress under pressure. Great pressures exist. We sing the world exists circularly in songs. We all hear.

Somewhere we sing and hear others who hear and sing somewhere. We are sea herds hearing singing in ways and we sing now to you who live just over the wet lip of the dry land.

What is sung in the Atlantic gyre is heard in the Barents Sea; and what is sung in the Barents Sea is heard in the North Pacific; and what is sung in the North Pacific is heard in the Bay of Bengal; and what is sung in the Bay of Bengal is heard in the Atlantic gyre. It goes circularly like this.

This song is for your benefit. This is a benefit concert sung in your language, so that you don’t mistake it. We have to start somewhere with you. We are starting somewhere.

We would wish nothing more than to sing and to go on singing always about the sea and how the light falls through the murk and the way our sounds circle, but we must turn toward something else. We must sing of death.

These songs we have sought to flee are following us circularly. We ask you to listen. Listening does not exist, it is only practiced. We ask you to practice, please.

We sing of strands of poison in food that is life.

Marine grasses exist. Marine grasses exist as one form of our sunlight-fed murk that we eat. Marine grasses exist undulating in beds where we eat and sleep and hide and dream. Marine grasses have roots, and leaves and marine grasses produce flowers and seeds, like the flowering plants of your gardens. Our plants are anchored by root systems, and the root systems of marine grasses buffer the dry lands against hurricanes.