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2006/02/16

studio| Bach




Gould is right about Bach~all that fiddle-
faddle about Mozart's misleading.

[A qualified statement as per hyperbole]

Angela is right _ why bother with a force

that's misleading when the suites of cellos

work like smooth rivers and valleys.

So then, we proceed, but slowly smoothly

like a concerto. The poise at the piano.

The night like a serene suite

the voices huffed and moulded to shape.

I am exaggerating my new found reaction

to Mozart, but is it any wonder that I recoil

after so much an immersion in him?

I know this will pass away~one can only

imagine the wit of Mozart versus

the weight of B~. Me and Patrick spoke of this once,

he was second cello player at the M.S.O and I asked

him which of the composers was "the One?"

I could see it pained him,

as he hemmed and hawed

momentarily and he said , oh Bach.

It was an unfair question, I see that,

even then, I knew it was childish,

like asking who is your favourite lover.

As these things change & transform.

Bach, Shaksepare, Marlowe, Joyce

Genet, whoever whatever, who is who,

what body what machine intersects

with the other? to make others,

and other becomings?

Becomings of Mix. The question

of immanence again __ negative critics

like H. Bloom see this from the narrow

scope of a gawky transscendence, ordering

& creating lines of vertical ascendence

when in actuality there are none __

there is the archive, the library and the canon;

the canon, what a funny word! the first time

I heard it I thought of something firing off !

it wa s only natural as I had a visual imagination.

well, visual imaginations have their day,

and dogs won't bite unless there

is a sunset, and Bach is no sunset to M,

and WS is no sunset to Joyce and Tzara.

TT, & JJ so many coincidences

in literature, in the names, what's

in a name~everything.

of course.

The Brandenburg

concertos made my mind spin again,

as they have always , since the age of 17.

This so crude as to beggar description.
It's best to write the real thing, poetry
is what they call it, than this damn
expository prosey-rosy. But it's fun,
and besides the work is being achieved
'en attendant.'