Lady Liberty's Tapestry

A Sound Montage
By Janina Sajka

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By Janina Sajka
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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 the earth.

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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.
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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 a raga.
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."
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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."
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This is followed by a Syriac Orthodox Good Friday prayer: "Soghdinan Laslibo."
Our poem now ends: "I lift my lamp beside the golden shore."
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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 with his Tibetan Bowls.

As the bowls fade, our retrospective sonic tour ends.

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