The Alan Sondheim Mail Archive

January 7, 2012


frolicking

frolicking in the folds and plains of skin revealed to their tiny eyes.
this is the swimming and frolicking at the beach scene
fro frock frog frolic from front frontage frontal frontier frontiersman
this is the swimming and frolicking at the beach scene
baroque frolicked traffic waves catalina solitons youngsters desire
frolicbelle's  stratagem  brothers
romping, cavorting, gamboling, frolicking, frisking
among all of this, Nikuko flies, swoops, cavorts, in nowhere, among an
cavorts, in nowhere, among an underground mathesis gone wild, presented
romping, cavorting, gamboling, frolicking, frisking
among all of this, Nikuko flies, swoops, cavorts, in nowhere, among an
Jennifer: Is that an elk gamboling in our midst?
romping, cavorting, gamboling, frolicking, frisking
Jennifer: Is that an elk gamboling in our midst?

I love you for these sentences. I love the sound and spring of them. I
love the community of herbivores in the moonlight, in the sunlight. I love
the dance and the sound of the dance, so many hooves, so many feet. The
way these are written, and the way these are read, full of love, not of
death, full of that ecstatic moment in the midst of the air where the
universe splits, no longer seems senseless. I love you for this feeling,
this universe full of sense and intention, full of eternity and stories,
and the stories full of the telling for all time. And I love you for
everything boundless and bountiful, replete with the knowledge of soaring,
with the springing of soaring, with its frolicking, gamboling, and
cavorting. In the time of the beautiful weather of the universe. In the
fullness of time.

Last day today

http://www.alansondheim.org/breaktime.mp4
Today was the best day ever, incredible performances:
Chris Diasparra, baritone sax
Foofwa d'Imobilite, dance and choreography
Azure Carter, dance, choreography, and song
Mark Skwarek, augmented reality
Alan Sondheim, video, flute, ken bau, cura cumbus, oud

We went continuously for three hours, changing audio, video,
instrumentation, choreographies

Then we crashed and broke the mold, watching in Second Life
a recap of what we did, in a decathected setting
so many hours after we left the scene - both real and virtual
and somewhere in-between or outside any conceivable reality!
We can't put the original 3 hr performance up; it's over 100
gigabytes and downloading for a WEEK!

So what you're seeing is just a warmup after twenty minutes
of arriving - setting video/audio levels for the first piece!

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