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From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.wvu.edu>, Wryting-L <WRYTING-L@listserv.wvu.edu>
Subject: buki
Date: Tue, 7 Apr 2015 02:00:57 -0400 (EDT)
buki http://www.alansondheim.org/smudge5.png http://www.alansondheim.org/buki1.mp3 jinashi shakuhachi http://www.alansondheim.org/buki2.mp3 jiari shakuhachi playing inward, playing outward jinashi, natural bore, i can't begin to write into or through this. but the bamboo speaks, one inhabits the bamboo, buki1, playing for me, inward :: jiari, modern tuned bore, wider, precise, i think of this as an instrument, the sound a visitor or visitation, it's here that i'd take my distance. i can't play either of them, they relax me, i am capable of calm thought, thinking through sound, and somewhere between the two of them my own music, sonic architecture, lies, the uncanny body of the player and instrument, the porous membrance of world and organism, entangled, of no substance, nothing tangled, nothing untangled, certainly nothing clear breath, modes among them i think constantly of these modes, as i see them, jinashi-jiari, and since my voice cannot carry a tune, in my sleep, among the dream-hall, un-dream-screen (why always so visual), emergent, these sounds, smeared, coughed among others, inward breath, outward breathing, something gathering, hakuin, something, but certainly not music thanks to monte levenson and perry yung for their brilliant work (levenson's shakuhachi, yung's reconditioning)
