Zoned Like a Monk

Two weeks ago a call was made to a phone number gleaned off the page of gloss listing all things free to air. The advertisement mentioned something about a monk but showed a photo of a woman in a white leotard on an edgecliff. The subsequent call was a distilling one—if a movement of voices could be in such a position—as the echoes and reverberation made listening in at the other end a difficult task.

The conversation/order was akin to talking with a voice from the dead, or of the dead as it trickles through time/space. The disembodied female voice featured clicking of a keyboard and questions of the sighting of the advertisement.

The promised time between call and free delivery of the CD was stated at one week. Finally it arrived and the CD goes unused as there is no longer a need to meditate deeper than a Zen monk.

Soon Van

Friday, 13 September 2002 - 10:30

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