Message-ID: <alpine.NEB.2.20.1604241741470.20457@panix3.panix.com>
From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.wvu.edu>, Wryting-L <WRYTING-L@listserv.wvu.edu>
Subject: the wake
Date: Sun, 24 Apr 2016 17:43:56 -0400 (EDT)
the wake http://www.alansondheim.org/twisted8.jpg http://www.alansondheim.org/thewakes.mp3 http://www.alansondheim.org/memento07.jpg the keyboard is limited: one note at a time, no 'return' (i.e. holding down C, then F, then releasing F, doesn't sound C again), but the clack of fingers and nails on the keys, and the _wake_ that the melodic leaves behind create imaginary envelopes - as if there were a dynamics descending from the imaginary. i've been thinking about _wakes_ - the wake of a human or other organism moving through a space (gases, liquids, sounds, sights, pressures - in short an expansion of schlieren optics through electromagnatic, chemical, and acoustic spectra) - how, for example, several notes of equal volume and no dynamics beyond the usual onset/offset (an inexpensive keyboard here) can create the sensation of musical shaping, almost a voice - & as in a wake for dearest friends, in this deep and mournful - our senses leave a wake in the world. boot-strapping occurs throughout the wake among sentient beings; the re-mark of the wake is history; the mark of the wake is death. our alpsong dreams, sadly vanquished, lost in the wake of memory ... on the other side; in real life, === the residue the wake was an === of === of the wake we leave behind us === of the wake which disappears ===
