THIS TOO
This too is your lot: to witness bitterly lewd silence
and just at those moments when only the Underworld knows
what a woman dares before a man decides,
both right in the middle between the fallen tree of youth
and the excrement of an old age.
This too is your lot:
bitterly to witness the adulterous lechery of music, exactly at those moments when, she, pushed into her crotch,
thrusts forth her breasts
so as to sough then from her nefarious mouth
through the wall cracked by Agamemnon's fall to you…
Vladimír Holan, This Too, from Walls, trans. Josef Tomáš
This too is your lot: to witness bitterly lewd silence
and just at those moments when only the Underworld knows
what a woman dares before a man decides,
both right in the middle between the fallen tree of youth
and the excrement of an old age.
This too is your lot:
bitterly to witness the adulterous lechery of music, exactly at those moments when, she, pushed into her crotch,
thrusts forth her breasts
so as to sough then from her nefarious mouth
through the wall cracked by Agamemnon's fall to you…
Vladimír Holan, This Too, from Walls, trans. Josef Tomáš
WHERE DO WE GO FROM HERE?
Does dance depend? Or is it independent? Questions that seem political. They arose in an aesthetic situation. What's to be said? People and sounds interpenetrate.
We thought that sounds took place in time. We see they're vibratory movements of particles in air. Each one, setting out from its point in space, gets to all its arrivals from a single departure. Thoughts about time drop off like dead skin. Dance takes place with one foot in the grave. "Dance or I'll shoot"- each time the curtain goes up.
John Cage, from A Year from Monday: New Lectures and Writings, 1967
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Does dance depend? Or is it independent? Questions that seem political. They arose in an aesthetic situation. What's to be said? People and sounds interpenetrate.
We thought that sounds took place in time. We see they're vibratory movements of particles in air. Each one, setting out from its point in space, gets to all its arrivals from a single departure. Thoughts about time drop off like dead skin. Dance takes place with one foot in the grave. "Dance or I'll shoot"- each time the curtain goes up.
John Cage, from A Year from Monday: New Lectures and Writings, 1967
[x]
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The broadcast is dead, long live the broadcast!
I may not be able to post as regularly as I did before the hiatus, but I still have the same desire to share interesting things with you, this time in a more personal and personalised way. I’m not sure I’ll have anything entirely new to say, but I’ll do my best to offer something worth your time. Thank you.
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La Monte Young
Compositions 1960 #5
1960
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I may not be able to post as regularly as I did before the hiatus, but I still have the same desire to share interesting things with you, this time in a more personal and personalised way. I’m not sure I’ll have anything entirely new to say, but I’ll do my best to offer something worth your time. Thank you.
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La Monte Young
Compositions 1960 #5
1960
[x]
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Announce to the audience when the piece will begin and end if there is a limit on duration. It may be of any duration.
Then announce that everyone may do whatever he wishes for the duration of the composition.
La Monte Young
Compositions 1960 #3
1960
[x]
Then announce that everyone may do whatever he wishes for the duration of the composition.
La Monte Young
Compositions 1960 #3
1960
[x]
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The real reason behind the broadcast’s revival: an unsustainable number of poetry screenshots gathering dust in my saved messages.
The poems are from Multitudinous Heart: Selected Poems: A Bilingual Edition, Carlos Drummond de Andrade
The poems are from Multitudinous Heart: Selected Poems: A Bilingual Edition, Carlos Drummond de Andrade
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