StaticA Poem by John KnowlesA poem about turntables.The sound of silence, static dust coating the twirling record. I've come to be comforted By the sound of silence I move the arm before the record is over and I listen to side B again. The sound of silence, Low fi heaven, My seven inches. © 2011 John KnowlesAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorJohn KnowlesSt. Louis, MOAboutHi. I'm John Knowles, but not that guy who wrote a Separate Peace, a different John Knowles. I write a variety of different things. Mostly poetry, lyrics and short fiction more..Writing
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