Quiet, like a Sunday….

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I wrote a long piece about this, then I fell asleep, my finger hit the screen and I’ve lost it! I will try and remember what I was saying.

I was bought up in the 60’s and 70’s, when shops closed on a Sunday, people bought enough food to last and put it in the pantry (a small room lined with shelves which was stacked with tins and dry goods).

It was quiet, no one had cars so we would play in the back garden or go to the local park which was a few hundred yards away over the main road. But the road was easy to cross because it wasn’t that busy.

Back to today. I sat in the garden and was surprised to hear birds singing. I think I could recognise about three different songs. They were up a tree at the other end of the garden, normally they would have been drowned out by the road.

Even the rush hour failed to happen. Normally the cars queue on the street waiting to turn into the traffic. Today, one car every few minutes.

The only thing I saw which was wrong was three young men, full of energy, walking together laughing, making fun, striding out. We have been told not to be in groups of more than two. I just worry…

Still, it’s quiet, like an old fashioned Sunday.

3am again

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There’s a bright star,

high in the sky.

It’s 3am again,

and I’m driven to wake,

to write

Like an owl I stay awake,

listening to cars,

passing.

So few in these days,

often in the past,

there would be footsteps,

or shouting.

Now there is silence,

deep in this city,

only the odd murmur of traffic.

The click and whir of central heating,

the maniacal hum of the fridge,

the oil heater thermostat kicking in.

Freezing night,

3am,

too early for the dawn chorus.

The rest of the city sleeps, perhaps….

Unsettled dreams

Of corn fields,

clay fields,

beaches and trees,

freedom,

escape from imprisonment,

at 3am I shall sleep.

 

I thought it was cold.

I thought it was cold. Now it’s snowing! It hasn’t snowed in months. Since last year… Cars coming down the hill with hazard warning lights on. Luckily not slipping or sliding. The flakes are huge fluffy things. In an hour two inches have fallen. And the silence, the quiet that you get when snow falls. It muffled everything. Makes the world seem less busy. Now I’m going to put the heating on… For a bit…..

In Space..

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No one can hear you scream!

So why add sound to movies set in space?…..I think the best film I saw was 2001 a Space Odessy, because instead of having the sound of engine noises the film has music playing over the space scenes. It is so atmospheric   (pun intended) because space is a vacuum and sound cannot propagate in a vacuum. There are not enough molecules for one to hit or push against the next and transfer sound vibrations to your ears. In any case if you were in space you would need a suit, so all you would hear is your own breathing and perhaps tinnitus or a rumbling stomach!

I know I’m being pedantic but I get bothered by mistakes or wrong assumptions. If you are going to watch a space film I think it should be made correctly.

There was an old man called Luke,

a flight into space he took…

No  squeak of a sound

in the vacuum surround

Could be heard, so he read a book.

I’m not saying there would not be sounds inside a space craft either, there will be an atmosphere so noise can travel through that. Which is why Apollo 13 could hear the gas tank rupture when they were on their way to the moon. But if you were outside …well you would not hear it, and if you tried to put your ear to it you would be dead without a suit on!

Anyway enough of my pet peeves.

night x