To live an impulse
I would stretch my pulse
Extent my hand
To any length
To the length that grows,
Which keeps me sick
And feeds me poison
Between doses
Of sweet relief
That which destroys
Is best left alone
Spinning the crank on Impulse Box provides a release from its incessant, cacophonous noise, but with each rotation, you charge the battery keeping it running.
The object looks much like a simple set of old fashioned chimes. But there are no chimes, only strings. In complete stillness, it hums contentedly; but when the strings move and let light into its insides, it intones like a set of chimes. Light chimes.
Light sensors in its cap send information to a brain in the striker. At intervals, it picks a pitch which corresponds to the number of sensors exposed to light. The resulting sound is hollow and electronic, and changes abruptly.
Sequence 01 from Meng Shi on Vimeo.
Hold the Sonic Gun up to your ear, pull the trigger, and hope you survive. The Sonic Roulette plays on humanities’ risk taking values, disregard for noise pollution, and the physical repercussions of sound.
