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from The Museum of Improvisation
ten haibun for
David Toop
‘In one sense, improvisation
is simply composition
that is heard immediately rather than subsequently.’
David Rosenboom, ‘Propositional
Music’
ACOUSTIC INSTALLATION
Limit activity, step out of time and stop the clock. Add pitches to distant
constellations, get rid of known shapes. Use a brush and do something
with it: make paint active. We’re already at the point where the true
dimensions of the project must be recognised, need to make it small enough
to make it important, an internal expression like a snowstorm in one’s
mind. Intersecting beams of knowledge, prepared on a tremble, have frozen
me solid. It is market day come round once more.
Flaunt and flourish, show tenderness, journey on different days
PITCH PATTERN
It is a heavy wave that wrecks my will. I had to go somewhere, because
each of us were individually getting letters asking us to perform. I didn’t
want to think any further ahead; I thought I was doing something and that
it was helping me, had got stuck in and tried everything. Something about
a stairway is fantastic, almost vulgar; ideas like these are not at all
diluted. I forced my way through the crowd and tried to explain my addiction
to almost silent sounds. This new-found passion is alive and resourceful,
open and eclectic; has been realized on a number of recordings. My shadow
turns with me and I am gone.
Vibraphones and fingerclicks, plumes of smoke drifting into haze
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