I had wondered

in the spirit of the Romantic poets who championed writing from the perspective of I
had wondered whether time has in fact
let me be?

it used to fret me in the utmost
the relentless passage of time
encompasses 
in its relentless wave, moving slowly
over the sand bank of the earth
whirling up crustacean shells and seaweed strands
its oppressive salt
drowning forgone possibilities

I had wondered where I should
find them all, in all this ocean
all the caves of treasure
the sunken myths
Atlantis, Ys
the old worlds
the forgotten worlds
in an infinitude of blue
the glittering stories waiting
for the intrepid and the worthy 

I had wondered how to swim there 
so to escape time itself –
to find expanse beyond my wit
and have it be my dancing ground
swimming patterns in fathomless space
languorous eddying buoyed by confounding momentum

I had wondered how it would feel
to be the first life, the only life, the last life
moving alone in interminable blue
alone, with the soft memory of sun long deceased
this stillness only the universe
this irrevocable ultimate
I had wondered whether
I should swim forever in the unconscious void
or swimming so
disappear

I had wondered whether it were not better
to be left in peace
so I might disappear in my own ways
to move beyond the rough chop of the shore
into the calm a half-mile out
where silence warns where danger swims
and time moves quiet
and slow

I have half found myself now here
I float,
simply.

Bright Green

Month of music 2! Done... Done! So so much new music has been uploaded to this site, all in the space of 31 days! I'm so proud and happy to have taken part. Makes me warm and fuzzy to think of it all.

Until next year! Andrew H

Intermezzo: Bright Green

Gonna finish this one tonight, before I drift off into the dark green abyss for a while

Goink Hat (by Toby Graham and Alice Chance)

This is an Alice and Toby Collaboration. We each privately wrote 8 bars of chords then interspersed them. Toby's are 1st, 3rd, 5th etc. Alice's are 2, 4, 6 etc. They work together so well!!!

YAY

Paradise

Brolk Song

Squirmy goodness.

Untergang

What monster… stalks the green… its claws have furrowed the earth. Deep pools of mud entrap the birds, the clouds gather. Rain falls, not to wash away but to fill the ground.

In every direction, coloured circles that swell when you look at them and shrink when you look away.

Audio with a wine glass instrument I made this afternoon: And some fun with Toby's Melody from earlier this month. I think I called it Furby. Anyone know how to make one of a few samples play for each note, rather than only the sample for each note? Someone mentioned that it was called Round Robin to me once.

Prelude: Untergang

Three pieces to go!

Electrical Glass Ants put on a Concert

Far fetched titles? They help me! This was made with a couple of samples from the recording by Andrew's Cello-playing mate. (What was his name again?) I'd love to make more music with other bits of the recording.

Ballet Part 3

And here's the end of part 4 of this thing - next, the epilogue. Only four days to go!

Ballet Part 2

More sexy(?) weirdness - throwback to The Cup

Night birbs

Tonight I got drunk w' some new Dutch/German friends and as a result did NO composition, so I'm uploading a bit of a music concrète project I'm working on atm. It contains no synths, but does have piano, concrete slabs, crickets, chains, birbs and a vibrator.
#delaydesigner

 

Ballet - Part 1

There's no actual dancing going on here, so my teacher today suggested that I call this 'Internal Ballet.' That was before I told her it was a sex scene. I wimped out on the juicy stuff, although you can bet that if this ever hits a stage it's going to be ₙₐᵤgₕₜy

Transcription of the instructions at the end

*The woman defenestrates the old rose petals, remakes her bed, and changes into a nightgown, not entirely distinct from a hospital gown, feet conspicuously bare.

*She empties the full glass of darkened water by her bedside into the water bowl. With practiced ritual, she washes her hands and sinks the glass to fill it. She lifts it, inspects its colour; it has become clear once more.

*She takes a perfect rose, tears each petal delicately and drops them into her water bowl.

*Staring deep within the water bowl, she reaches in and steals a drop to paint her forehead.

*Hands cupped, she brings the water to her face. She does so in absolute ecstasy, attempting restraint the first four times before losing control.

*She reaches a climax and then, almost accidentally, gazes upon her reflection, which strikes her instantly still.

Winged Plums

Two recordings - Prelude: Mirrors & Intermezzo: Everybody Bleeds

Today's been a pretty loooooong day and I'm getting ready for a looooong weekend, so today's submission will be two recordings of previous pieces. Both for cello:

ALSO please read along with the text in 'intermezzo'... Today I tried not very hard to record someone speaking it, so imagine I had tried a little harder

 

little

Intermezzo: Everybody Bleeds

Recordings done! I need to sleep though so tomorrow

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