Lady Liberty's Tapestry
A Sound Montage
By Janina Sajka
© Copyright 2018
By Janina Sajka
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 4.0 International License.
Here's an explanation of the various sounds you hear in our retrospective
tour of American immigration. The peoples you hear are, of course, only
representative of America's incomparable history, informed and nourished by peoples from every tribe and nation on
- At 00.0 Seconds
- A foghorn
and crashing wave followed immediately by the sound of
seagulls invites us into the harbor. The poem we are about
to hear tells us this is New York
Harbor, where the Statue of
Liberty stands tall to welcome all with her immortal words. As our
harbor welcomes more and more peoples, wave sounds and other harbor sounds
continue in the background.
- At 03.0 Seconds
A Jewish shofar blows
- At 07.7Seconds
- A young child reads the first line of the immortal
Emma Lazarus poem, "The New Colossus," which is
afixed to the base of the Statue of Liberty, "Give me your tired, your poor,"
- At 09.7 Seconds
- A small group of Belarusian women are heard singing part of a
Belarusian folksongmourning the all too quick passing of youthfulness, even as the band begins to play underneath.
- At 13.2 Seconds
- Hard on the heels of the Belarusians
a band of mariachis vividly
serenade us with their inimitable sound.
- At 15.8 Seconds
- Even as the mariachis fade away, a band of classical musicians from
India are heard in
- At 17.8 Seconds
- We hear the second line of our poem:
"Your huddled masses yearning to breath free,"
- At 21.3 Seconds
An Irish harp is heard with its mournful sound.
- At 26.2 Seconds
- This is followed by the sound of
a native American flute.
- At 29.3 Seconds
- We hear the third
line from our poem:
"The wretched refuse of your teaming shore."
- At 33.0 Seconds
- This is followed by a (Moslem) Qari
reciting the Quran.
- At 39.3 Seconds
- we hear the fourth line from our poem:
"Send these, your homeless, tempest tossed to me."
- at 45.1 Seconds
- This is followed by a Syriac
Orthodox Good Friday prayer: "Soghdinan
- Our poem now ends:
"I lift my lamp beside the golden shore."
- At 52.1 Seconds
- Meanwhile, the Sonic Yogi ushers us from the busy harbor to a quiet garden beside
a burbling fountain with crickets in the background as he mesmerizes us
As the bowls fade, our retrospective sonic tour ends.
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