music that allows sounds to sound:
to die away, completely, into silence
sounds thought from their end:
not moving forward, but drawing back.
this creates space, expanse, a delicate serenity:
silence—and what it shelters—becomes audible.
this is singing with the ears:
barely more than silence.
a singing which not only makes,
but becomes space for words.
phrases are also sounds:
unfolded, laid out as a path.
sound paths that come into being first when followed,
invariably trailing off into the distance.
monody: everything is evident,
defenseless, at ease.
purity: inner clarity of song,
that needs no external gloss.
antoine beugertranslation: michael pisarofrom antastassis philippakopoulos’ solo pieces (wandelweiser, 2005)
wonderful, thank you
I love this (AS)