The record wobbles like a loose tyre in a flat world. A needle pulled out and over its sky, once lowered, will touch to unfold the two dimensional shapes, casting them into the room. Faint shafts of colour float through the spinning disc’s window, parallelograms of sound. The room’s new geometry holds you at its centre, following the spiral of the music to the axis, where it ends, and the needle lifts, and the projection is sucked back in, until the record is flipped.
Charlie Williams is a poet from Sydney, Australia. His poetry is often purely observational. Otherwise, it attempts to create some form of transformative power for himself and the reader.