her voice and mine blended like
soaring eagles? hahahah not so funny!
Maestro! i t was
a
D u D
which is fine and better than I expected.
or expectorated.
voice and bass and cello 're not so simple
to meld and mate and mix or fix and unfix
the decomposition of voice words and cello
blooming, if I can put it that. I keep
hearing baroque piano and quick violins.
and like Allan once
said there is nothing, and it's true, its true,
there's nothing as sexy as a cello between a woman's legs
especially S's. SHe is naturally body sexy
and completely more or less unthinking. Her
body slides into the cello.
well workingwith David made this magic
or easy. now we're a new crew, excepting Angela,
and its an interesting week. I am relieved,
truth to be told, that things 'll move along
slowly. Rushing to 'perform' has never been
my forte, neither in artistic performance or
relationships. So we go back to Studio 1
next week and work on 2 other pieces
let the last lie fallow while the old brain
'chews it over' seeing what comes forth.
meantime poetry is always being or
becoming in deleuzoguattarian terms,
and poetry without rhythm, I've decided
is not poetry at all, but piddle. or
something else, a form of language
practice which I dont think
is even the same genre, though
the terms have become inflated in
all sorts of unnecessary manners.
for now
we are puffed.
and roughed up with the wheat of voice .
its
w o n
der f u l
.
2
.
but really my musical sense
is arrangement, rhythm and the body
of the thing not the musical understanding of even
an 11th grader. I gave up reading when I was 14
reading music that is. and playin it on the piano and
organ. So I play a body-without-organs,
a voice without organs?
perhaps forget the idea of baroque folly
aim for the deep earth hum of bass
and the cello carrying the earth far
& forward to the sky
...
is there something Orphic
about the Cello
is the body of the cello
and at times the body
of its player Eurydicean?
some fated shadow
hid in the wings?
creation is hard,
always hard, even when easy.
to drink a cup of tea
whilst creating? to smoke a cigarette?
In the long interview he gave to Hubert Fichte
Genet talks about not smoking while
listening to Mozart's Requiem ,
how vulgar it would be to do otherwise .
the cellow this round bummed instrument
is a fierce instrument, funny as that sounds!
but then, again, think, think,
of how a woman's bum can be fierce for the lover,
who lusts, or how a woman's bum her buttocks
can herald the shape of the whole universe for a man
.
what tragic lusts! what comedy! too.
O life is funny.
really I, and my ears
are savage deceivers.
however, we Will carry on.
Ears or Not I trust mine
to spin the treble clef of desire
cello and bouncing waves
of word body
.
Jacqueline Du Pré.
One of the great one S ~ . and
Olga Bovrovnika pianist
Is there not something, then Eurydicean wild ?
here |in|this ...
Maybe a song like the one from I.O.G. days? the
Baudelaire one? or something something...
THis force exemplified in her face hands,
arms, shoulders..
"Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine; I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine" (P.B. Shelley - To a Skylark)
greatness's burden is what?
Ô saisons, ô châteaux,
Quelle âme est sans défaut
as
young Arthur Rimbaud wrote .
3
as for the apartment _ ah books all over the place no order
a sort of brook a flow a stream of them from here to the windows
both back and front... but warm thank god, warm, unlike that
nightmare I lived in, had to live in and through last year...
a flow of books in the running brooks, is something from
Shakespeare in some play or another....
