WEBVTT 00:00:00.000 --> 00:00:12.880 align:middle line:90% 00:00:12.880 --> 00:00:15.790 align:middle line:90% "'Neotoma albigula. 00:00:15.790 --> 00:00:19.090 align:middle line:84% Western White-throated Woodrat.'" 00:00:19.090 --> 00:00:22.930 align:middle line:84% And sometimes I think it's just saying that 10 times is-- 00:00:22.930 --> 00:00:25.457 align:middle line:90% western white-throated woodrat. 00:00:25.457 --> 00:00:26.290 align:middle line:90% I love those sounds. 00:00:26.290 --> 00:00:28.990 align:middle line:90% 00:00:28.990 --> 00:00:32.439 align:middle line:84% "what do you carry and are you fast enough 00:00:32.439 --> 00:00:36.850 align:middle line:84% to disappear with your belongings what do you sing 00:00:36.850 --> 00:00:42.220 align:middle line:84% and does your voice throw open notes into a dark room 00:00:42.220 --> 00:00:45.490 align:middle line:84% can you spare a moment to walk in the desert, will you 00:00:45.490 --> 00:00:49.930 align:middle line:84% be silent can we just watch each other come to terms 00:00:49.930 --> 00:00:52.210 align:middle line:90% with the light 00:00:52.210 --> 00:00:55.300 align:middle line:84% whose west this is whose white this 00:00:55.300 --> 00:01:00.820 align:middle line:84% is in the throat of woods in the throes of words, rat tat 00:01:00.820 --> 00:01:07.210 align:middle line:84% tat on wood I do not know, amid the middens 00:01:07.210 --> 00:01:11.080 align:middle line:84% we share an attic or room enough to breathe 00:01:11.080 --> 00:01:15.160 align:middle line:84% within pinched spaces within a cloud that 00:01:15.160 --> 00:01:22.330 align:middle line:84% consumes us new books, paper domes written always 00:01:22.330 --> 00:01:25.390 align:middle line:84% by artificial light always bejeweled 00:01:25.390 --> 00:01:28.360 align:middle line:84% light prancing toward white pages 00:01:28.360 --> 00:01:34.450 align:middle line:84% and western spaces burned white-hot and choke-throat 00:01:34.450 --> 00:01:38.350 align:middle line:84% blackened wood fragments scatter the birds 00:01:38.350 --> 00:01:42.970 align:middle line:84% scatter the rats the insects the leaves we all depend on 00:01:42.970 --> 00:01:45.670 align:middle line:84% in the books we write by decreasing 00:01:45.670 --> 00:01:50.530 align:middle line:84% light in the words that threaten more in the semper fidelis 00:01:50.530 --> 00:01:55.330 align:middle line:84% maniacal charge of untended fields 00:01:55.330 --> 00:02:01.540 align:middle line:84% tomes and domes, open and closed in the untended fields 00:02:01.540 --> 00:02:06.580 align:middle line:84% the white-throated woodrat utters a cry in fear 00:02:06.580 --> 00:02:12.610 align:middle line:84% and we hear and hear our own voices echo 00:02:12.610 --> 00:02:15.580 align:middle line:84% progress belongs to history which 00:02:15.580 --> 00:02:21.460 align:middle line:84% goes the way of the unwanted rat in the maze of the dying light 00:02:21.460 --> 00:02:27.310 align:middle line:84% the eye-trembling lack of light we can neither read nor eat 00:02:27.310 --> 00:02:32.860 align:middle line:84% in the death books with their black pages we consume but do 00:02:32.860 --> 00:02:37.480 align:middle line:84% not stand under green leaves or blue skies 00:02:37.480 --> 00:02:42.070 align:middle line:84% but crawl with those under siege those under the breathing 00:02:42.070 --> 00:02:46.240 align:middle line:90% room in the sinking western sun 00:02:46.240 --> 00:02:50.170 align:middle line:84% the wood rat waits for us all to be gone, 00:02:50.170 --> 00:02:54.370 align:middle line:84% the survivor in all of us waits, too 00:02:54.370 --> 00:02:59.600 align:middle line:84% we might be wood rats, moving scavenging, watching, 00:02:59.600 --> 00:03:04.030 align:middle line:84% waiting we might be alive in the middens 00:03:04.030 --> 00:03:07.780 align:middle line:84% we might be breathing in the room" 00:03:07.780 --> 00:03:11.130 align:middle line:90% [APPLAUSE] 00:03:11.130 --> 00:03:16.000 align:middle line:90%