POETRY first - The Heart of Baudelaire
This happens to me. Again and again...
My deepest apologies,
I was not that much present on my personal blog lately. Things became quite hectic but in a very stimulating way - meaning lots of things just happened without me intentionally planning and structuring my time. We call this - organic pace, where you just slide, or slip into a conversation with someone, that ends up wit a beer or a coffee, and which ends up with a project or some future plans. I think this is the way I prefer it. I just happened to contribute to few collaborative artistic works in Poland, Switzerland and online. I've been invited as a guest curator in one gallery in Barcelona! Was a great experience. And I got a pretty nice reward for myself in a poetry contest! I'm sharing a poem here with you. So Quebec is sending us a nice little track (with that female voice!): At the moment I'm working on my Master Thesis research, which means to me, quite different lifestyle: I do spend a lot of time in front of a screen, in silence and in doing what every payed researchers is suppose to do: dig and be productive about it. This time alone, actually works out fine for me. Some days I feel like a day is not enough, as the time passes too rapidly, and it seems like nothing substantial was done. Many things on my mind. I'm good at this - multi-thinking and multitasking. In company of some people I feel that this trait of mine gets even a sharper and more dominant. So days that I spend alone... I have time to rethink old ideas, digest new stuff. Re-listen to some music that was just sitting there and waiting for me to finish the crazy traveling thing. This Alva Noto, maybe not quote in sych with "Men I Trust", but I had to share it here! I love it! And I want to use it in one of my electronic/voice poetry pieces. Lend your ear to this, and take it as a peaceful time travel through unknown space.
Taking poetry. I'm sharing this very special work with you. To give some context for the “Playgrounds” poem, it is drawn on my impressions on the picture I’ve taken back in 2005. The scene depicts a frozen carousel. In Lithuania, where I’m originally from, the winter season might get very rough and cold. This was the case for the year 2005. That winter we have experienced massive amounts of snow, which later melted down, then froze, forming big chunks of ice on the terrain. The picture was taken, when the ice was melting down after some weeks after freezing. This landscape is something hardly imaginable for someone living in a big city, I suppose. For few months that year, the playground was made completely inaccessible.
I have found this picture on my hard drive only very recently, while going to visit my family back in Šilutė, Lithuania. This image brought back many childhood impressions and memories to me. It is rather unfortunate that the resolution of the image is so poor, but I am extremely happy to have kept it. This image acted as a trigger for reconstructions of my memories about my town and surroundings, that used to be familiar, but also the memories of sounds that surrounded me back then. I deeply believe, that silence, is very often a perfect condition, for new soundscapes be articulated and transformed into something new.
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“Our bodyis not in space like things; it inhabits or haunts space. It applies itself to space like a hand to an instrument, and when we wish to move about we do not move the body as we move an object. We transport it without instruments as if by magic since it is ours and because through it we have direct access to space. For us the body is much more than an instrument or a means; it is our expression in the world, the visible form of our intentions.” Categories
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