Sunday, February 27, 2011
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Friday, February 18, 2011
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Moving Forth Into the Fourth...
...dimension!
"What is the divine mind? the reader will perhaps inquire. There is not a theologian who does not define it; I prefer an example. The steps a man takes from the day of his birth until that of his death trace in time an inconceiveable figure. The Divine Mind intuitively grasps that form immediately, as men do a triangle. This figure (perhaps) has its given function in the economy of the universe."
--Jorge Luis Borges, The Mirror of Enigmas, 1964
Mati Klarwein, Timeless, 1968
"What is the divine mind? the reader will perhaps inquire. There is not a theologian who does not define it; I prefer an example. The steps a man takes from the day of his birth until that of his death trace in time an inconceiveable figure. The Divine Mind intuitively grasps that form immediately, as men do a triangle. This figure (perhaps) has its given function in the economy of the universe."
--Jorge Luis Borges, The Mirror of Enigmas, 1964
Mati Klarwein, Timeless, 1968
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
To Quench Your Thirst for Partch
Here are some juicy bits on Harry Partch, the composer I discussed in class last night.
This link includes Flash versions of his instruments, so you can play them on your screen. Also a bunch of audio clips in Real Audio format.
There's something very satisfying about seeing him play outside.
His instruments feel so ancient & natural & oceanic to me.
It's like he went down to the beach at low tide, raided Poseidon's toolshed, lashed together bundles of driftwood floating since the days of Atlantis, strung them up with sinewy seaweed, and started banging and twanging away!
This link includes Flash versions of his instruments, so you can play them on your screen. Also a bunch of audio clips in Real Audio format.
There's something very satisfying about seeing him play outside.
His instruments feel so ancient & natural & oceanic to me.
It's like he went down to the beach at low tide, raided Poseidon's toolshed, lashed together bundles of driftwood floating since the days of Atlantis, strung them up with sinewy seaweed, and started banging and twanging away!
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