David Bernstein
Pauline Oliveros in the studio at the San Francisco Tape Music Center with Buchla 100-series modular synthesizers
1966
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Pauline Oliveros in the studio at the San Francisco Tape Music Center with Buchla 100-series modular synthesizers
1966
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“Thinking is trying to think the unthinkable: thinking the thinkable is not worth the effort. Painting is trying to paint what you cannot paint and writing is writing what you cannot know before you have written: it is preknowing and not knowing, blindly, with words. It occurs at the point where blindness and light meet. Kafka says — one very small line lost in his writing — “to the depths, to the depths.”
— Hélène Cixous, Three Steps on the Ladder of Writing
— Hélène Cixous, Three Steps on the Ladder of Writing
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“These dreams: what we are when we are no longer ourselves: our survivings. Prophets of our traces, of our ultimate metamorphoses. Self-portraits of our future phantoms.”
— Hélène Cixous, Three Steps on the Ladder of Writing
— Hélène Cixous, Three Steps on the Ladder of Writing
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A Christmas Poem
The sadness of fêtes, chorals, windows, lights
and children's eyes, wide open with great wonder,
my driftwood, tell, how stale became bread bites
when crusty pleasures had been torn asunder?
Our mouths turned death into liquid whey,
nothing belonged to us from concert halls.
Horses are cold, harnessed to a fast sleigh,
they want to go and break through snowy walls.
Let's end the liturgy! We've prayed enough,
enough we've burned in Him, to no avail,
till we fell down like a poor epitaph
for lonely holes, where all our dreams turned stale.
The church calms the organ and grows arcane
where our faith shone so bright not long ago.
My driftwood, tell me, where'll you change your train,
when the point is reached with nowhere to go?
Jiří Orten, The Christmas Poem, from Jiří Orten, Selected Poems, trans. Josef Toms
The sadness of fêtes, chorals, windows, lights
and children's eyes, wide open with great wonder,
my driftwood, tell, how stale became bread bites
when crusty pleasures had been torn asunder?
Our mouths turned death into liquid whey,
nothing belonged to us from concert halls.
Horses are cold, harnessed to a fast sleigh,
they want to go and break through snowy walls.
Let's end the liturgy! We've prayed enough,
enough we've burned in Him, to no avail,
till we fell down like a poor epitaph
for lonely holes, where all our dreams turned stale.
The church calms the organ and grows arcane
where our faith shone so bright not long ago.
My driftwood, tell me, where'll you change your train,
when the point is reached with nowhere to go?
Jiří Orten, The Christmas Poem, from Jiří Orten, Selected Poems, trans. Josef Toms
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Carsten Nicolai & Ryoji Ikeda
cyclo.
2008
“cyclo. is a collaborative research project by Ikeda and Nicolai which focuses on the visualisation of sound. The artists are developing a database of sounds that they are composing for the visual responses these produce when analysed in real time using equipment developed originally for phase correlation in mastering vinyl records. With such stereo image monitoring equipment, the phase and amplitude of stereo signals can be illustrated graphically.
The audio elements have been constructed and chosen through agendas concerned with the minute editing of frequencies (often beyond the physical range of human hearing) and the perceptual amassing of audio elements to an undefined point.“
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cyclo.
2008
“cyclo. is a collaborative research project by Ikeda and Nicolai which focuses on the visualisation of sound. The artists are developing a database of sounds that they are composing for the visual responses these produce when analysed in real time using equipment developed originally for phase correlation in mastering vinyl records. With such stereo image monitoring equipment, the phase and amplitude of stereo signals can be illustrated graphically.
The audio elements have been constructed and chosen through agendas concerned with the minute editing of frequencies (often beyond the physical range of human hearing) and the perceptual amassing of audio elements to an undefined point.“
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