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quietude

http://www.alansondheim.org/quietude.mp4

meandering paths among heaps and stones slow streamings, quietude murmurs
of pebble movement who is counting here who knows the names,
house around the corner, talked, read. beyond that, quiet, quietude.
all gods are smoothed, all gods are filled with the quietude of rustlings,
meandering paths among heaps and stones slow streamings, quietude murmurs
all gods are smoothed, all gods are filled with the quietude of rustlings
of the language of words and their talisman and of death, quietude and
hearth of quietude, silence to place

exuding infinite quietude. all silence, words are not better than...
be silent

for i am speaking of quietude, the grace of being, contemplation,
the quietude of familiality, the space where everything is
produce (julu) or reproduce (jennifer), her death a quietude, that
she is already sounding tired, retired, of a quietude, i don't know her
world as one of threshold logics, maintenance.

andthink of the quietude and slow streamings, and quietude
and quietude, and modes of dissemination
and none, empty, quietude of leaden skies...

quietude against incandescent horizons, interference in quietude or flux
in the world, and to the potential quietude at the heart of it, not-doing
of the language of words and their talisman and of death, quietude of
han shan, meandering paths among heaps and stones slow streamings,
quietude murmurs of pebble movement, who is counting here who knows the
names in utter desperation

all gods are smoothed, all gods are filled with the quietude of rustlings,
for a moment of grace for quietude and deepest sleep,
fitting in with the quietude, i'd be around the corner,
in utter desperation,
for a moment of grace, for quietude and deepest sleep

eyebeam: http://eyebeam.org/blogs/alansondheim/



Sounds of Eyebeam: Analog to Digital

http://www.alansondheim.org/marfil0.mp3
http://www.alansondheim.org/marfil1.mp3
http://www.alansondheim.org/marfil2.mp3
http://www.alansondheim.org/marfil3.mp3
http://www.alansondheim.org/marfil4.mp3

recording made with Westinghouse vibration mic fed into mono Marantz
cassette recorder; the result was downloaded into Audacity and edited
in CoolEdit. Different versions above have different filtering.

Analog was used to avoid digital issues between the mic and recorder.
The sound was gathered at a number of sites in Eyebeam, most of them
involving metal grids: stairways, interior fencing, upper-level
flooring. The result was a gathering of resonances between metal,
Eyebeam-body (interior space), and sounds transmitted either in air
or directly through metal. The harmonic structures are strong and
dissonant. The body cries out in murderous delight.

Down the street, an 18-wheeler is gathering up the disassembled
Matthew Barney work. Such heavy metal would have collapsed with a
thud. Elsewhere lighter-than-air work delights the blue-grey sky
and rain is forecast. The Eyebeam building is singing everywhere.
It is singing

You can't catch me.
You can't catch me.

residue

"All you really have in the end, ... are your stories."

- Burt Reynolds, playing an older spy, on Burn Notice.

http://www.alansondheim.org/memorial026.jpg
http://www.alansondheim.org/memorial025.jpg
http://www.alansondheim.org/memorial042.jpg

for Kathe Kollwitz