Why were you born when the snow was falling? You should have come to the cuckoo's calling Or when grapes are green in the cluster, Or, at least, when lithe swallows muster For their far off flying From summer dying. Why did you die when the lambs were cropping? You should have died at the apples' dropping, When the grasshopper comes to trouble, And the wheat-fields are sodden
of bees, bells, and glass skies
františek vláčil: údolí včel (valley of the bees), 1967a few fragments from a film where the visuals are easily the most breathtaking elements and moments of sound seem to echo bell tones, reminding me somehow of the beautiful percussive drones found in the work of zürich-based sound artist, jason kahn......and a humbly recorded bell tone excerpt (looped) from this film can be downloaded here.((
coordinates what is heard and what is seen
leighton pierce: my person in the water, 2006pierce was a musician before he was a filmmaker. he made musique concrete and became attracted to film in part because "there was this problem with musique concrete; once you've constructed this music electronically on tape, what do you do at a concert? it's very awkward sitting in an auditorium listening to a tape". once he began to work with
waters are black and swirling.....
around me: i stand on the shorethe waters are black and swirling.....our eyes so fixedthat the darkness surrounds usunnoticedand we are drowned by the loss of lightunnoticeddavid tibet......he suffers this anguish and abandonment inthe horror of the night.....blaise pascal, penseeswhat shadows we are, and what shadows we pursueedmund burke, 1780(from the sleeve notes of the inmost light by
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14 words whose enunciation lasted 5 seconds
classic books (number 3):exercises de style by raymond queneau, editions gallimard 1947 (1958 translation by barbara wright)in a bus of the s-line, 10 metres long, 3 wide, 6 high, at 3 km. 600 m. from its starting point, loaded with 48 people, at 12.17 pm., a person of the masculine sex aged 27 years 3 months and 8 days, 1 m. 72 cm. tall and weight 65 kg. and wearing a hat 35 cm. in height round
a bird falls, the grass grows dark
john james audubon, snowy owlwhat sustains it, half-open, the clarity of nightfall, the light let loose in the gardens?all the branches, conquered by the weight of birds, lean toward the darkness.pure, self-absorbed moments still gleam on the fences.receiving night, the groves become hushed fountains.a bird falls, the grass grows dark, edges blur, lime is black, the world is less credible.octavio
we live, as we dream - alone...
victor hugo, the vision ship 1864-65(images contributed by gossamer)we penetrated deeper and deeper into the heart of darkness. it was very quiet there. at night sometimes the roll of drums behind the curtain of trees would run up the river and remain sustained faintly, as if hovering in the air high over our heads, till the first break of day.the offing was barred by a black bank of clouds,
for some men live in darkness
closing sequence fromgeorg wilhelm pabst's the three penny opera, 1931music by kurt weill from the play by bertolt brechtcinematography by fritz arno wagnerrelated business:(cds):-lotte lenya sings kurt weill's the seven deadly sins & berlin theatre songs(lenya's 1957 recordings of sins and 1955 recording sings berlin theatre songs)-lotte lenya sings weill, the american theatre songs (recorded in
a deep grave surely
"The stillness was that of a deep grave, save for the raindrops, falling light as thistledown, with a faint, monotonous sound like a whisper that dies and begins again and dies there behind the wet, glistening trunks."~J. P. Jacobsen, Marie Grubbe, 1876
angelic language has nothing in common with human language,
classic books (number 2):imagining language: an anthology, edited by jed jasula and steve mccaffery, mit press 1998includes:-richard head and francis kirkman: canting vocabulary, 1665 (compact lexicon of rogue idiolect)-robert desnos: rrose sélavy, etc., 1923-john dee and edward kelley: enochian table, 1581-1589 & the enocian call, 1581-1589-emanuel swedenborg: the angelic language, 1768 (blog
...songs are sung
some new items:-edvard munch: the complete graphic works by gerd woll (harry n. abrams 2001)-joseph cornell and the ballet by sandra leonard starr (castelli feigen corcoran 1983)-joseph cornell by diane waldman (george braziller 1977)-george de la tour by jacques thuillier and fabia claris (flammarion 1993)-anni albers: pictorial weavings (mit 1959)-austerlitz by w.g. sebald-the shadow-line: a
it does not permit itself to be read (interval of a glance)
david lean: oliver twist, 1948, dp: guy greenas the night deepened, so deepened to me the interest of the scene; for not only did the general character of the crowd materially alter (its gentler features retiring in the gradual withdrawal of the more orderly portion of the people, and its harsher ones coming out into bolder relief, as the late hour brought forth every species of infamy from its
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Darwin, who was born into a large family that for two generations had been scientists, engineers, industrialists, and well-to-do landowners, and yet who, despite his genius, was a sufferer of neuroses, constant illnesses (he vomited every afternoon at four), a kind of hysteria that took the form of gasping and palpitation, and seizures of depression in which he wept uncontrollably.- Guy
normalcaffeineLSDmescaline1)"Nourished on the blood of a schizophrenic, a spider weaves crazy webs."-Guido Ceronetti, The Silence of the Body2)During the 1950s, a swiss pharmacologist named Peter Witt conducted a set of experiments in spider doping. He found that the spiders spun uniquely cockeyed webs depending on which substance they had ingested.-images and Peter Witt information from the
there amid murmurs, insinuations, visual thunder
stéphane mallarmé, photograph by félix nadarit seemed to me that i was looking at the form and patterns of a thought, placed for the first time in finite space. here space itself truly spoke, dreamed, and gave birth to temporal forms. expectancy, doubt, consternation, all were visible things.... there amid murmurs, insinuations, visual thunder, a whole spiritual tempest carried page by page to
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