I
haven't written on the blog last week, I tried writing and
interacting on the Google Doc instead for the past two weeks and I much preferred its
non-linearity, anonymity, and collectivity – but I also like the challenges
writing a blog post allows me to push through.
Here
are some of my notes, as well as collected thoughts from the two last
weeks, which reorganizing here has been really helpful to process some of it :
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“notational
instead of notation”(Ronald)
We've
had the same collaborator in our writing practice. Reich's music is
one of the only ways to get me writing. He is helping me write these
words right at this moment. Music as touch, music as facilitator.
Like each note/sound every word/idea is being continually repeated
but slightly altered until it is completely different and it is
somewhere/something else (yet it alway is somewhere/something else)
propelled by a rhythm that seems to address the unthinkable –
through the cut, interstice.
Not
unlike NourbeSe Philip Zong! which was very powerful to read out loud
in this context.
Here
are some notes I took while listening to Reich's piece last week:
“seamless
transition from one state to another through constant subtle shifts –
FELT MORE THAN HEARD sense of always moving always SOMETHING ELSE
always aways away way and towards movement becoming devenir
unfolding UNFOLDING infinite directions continual reshaping of
matter fleeting away from itself, becoming is felt, palpable but yet
always fleeting [engulfed in it yet we don't have access to it –
Blanchot about the everyday] but all within same rhythm sense of
repetition to propel, bouncing on one sound to another, cut is always
in tension just like walking walking without knowing how or where,
but with something else, with other body parts than my legs, or
someone else, embodiment of writing makes it felt ACTIVATES MY BODY
gives me force I might feel I don't have shared energy from IN
BETWEEN things and IN BETWEEN sound and even IN BETWEEN silence,
nowhere where it would be possible to stop, always unfolding //// I N
BEWTEEN/// I N INTERVALS/// I N INTERSCTICE, IN always
pointing OUT, le dehors qui se/me/la/le/nous/vous disperse et
rapproche simultanément.”
“Rhythm
as cut opening up infinite possibilities of relations.” (Ronald)
Interstice
between sub(/ob)jectivities – learning to listen to these
interstices.
//
For
Moten the break is a modality of black performance.
For
NourbeSe Philip, “To understand the Caribbean one needs to
understand it and the entire New World as a site of massive
interruptions.” (200). Break/rupture is synonymous with The
Caribbean. Rupture as cut, cut as wound (and language as cut, wound).
For
Mackay, the cut is“ “broken” claim to connection” (34).
Not
concerned with return to origin, nor with fixed concept of identity =
cut not as division, but as continual making and remaking (like
NourbeSe undoing language). The cut as action, touch, connection,
reorienting, transforming over and over and over and over and over in
a non-linear way (or multi-linear?). Fugitive connections.
I
also re-read chapter 7 of Gilles Deleuze's Cinéma 2: L'Image-Temps
in which he writes about the cut in l'image-temps (sorry, I only have
this book in French):
“Ce
qui compte, c'est au contraire l'interstice entre les images, entre
deux images: un espacement qui fait que chaque image s'arrache au
vide et y retombe. [...] Il ne s'agit plus de suivre une chaîne
d'images, même par-dessus des vides, mais de sortir de la chaîne ou
de l'association. [...] C'est la méthode du ENTRE, “entre deux
images”, qui conjure tout le cinéma de l'Un. C'est la méthode du
ET=est. Entre deux actions, entre deux affections, entre deux
perceptions, entre deux images visuelles, entre deux images sonores,
entre le sonore et le visuelle: faire voir l'indiscernable,
c'est-à-dire la frontière. [...] Le tout se confond alors avec ce
que Blanhot appelle la force de “dispersion du Dehors” ou “le
vertige de l'espacement”: ce vide qui n'est plus une part motrice
de l'image, et qu'elle franchirait pour continuer mais qui est la
mise en question radicale de l'image (tout comme il y a un silence
qui n'est plus la part motrice ou la respiration d'un discours, mais
sa mise en question radicale).” (p. 234).
(You
can download the book in French here:
https://monoskop.org/images/8/85/Deleuze_Gilles_Cinema_2_L_Image-temps.pdf)
The
cut is a radical questioning of the image.
Le
dé/réenchainement d'images sur des coupures non-commensurables et
irrationnelles. Frontières, disjonctions. L'impensée au coeur de la
pensée. “la naissance du visible qui se dérobe encore à
la vue”, “affecter le visible d'un trouble fondamental” (262).
//
PORT
OF MEMORY by Kamal Aljafari
Memory
as something that can be activated – as cut triggering action, as
membrane in between outside and inside. Deleuze again:
“Car
la mémoire n'est certe plus la faculté d'avoir des souvenirs: elle
est la membrane qui, sur les modes les plus divers (continuité, mais
aussi discontinuité, enveloppement, etc.), fait correspondre les
nappes de passé et les couches de réalité, les unes émanant d'un
dedans toujours déjà là, les autres advenant d'un dehors toujours
à venir, toutes deux rongeant le présent qui n'est plus que leur
rencontre.” (269)
reading your notes out loud, something happens, or, something transpires (latin: trans- ‘through’ + spirare ‘breathe’… something 'breathes through,' as a vapor through the surface). the words once on the breath become a stream of sound enacting its own “seamless transition from one state to another through constant subtle shifts,” palpable drift between sense and sensation, meaning and/in motion, activating the desire to flow through the paragraph without stopping, a small tragedy each time the body gasps for air, seismic impact of a tiny pause, long enough to gather my thoughts and muster a (false) sense of ‘knowing’.
ReplyDeletethank you for writing.
seems like everybody’s been secretly listening to Reich all this time. me too. what unknown web of relation through this writing-rhythm-machine? we should gather all of the theses and dissertations written to Reich and write another dissertation, presumably still listening to Reich, analyzing the resonances, rhythms, syntax, rhetorical devices and cadences of tone, etc. would there be a discernible Reich affect?
referring to the Reich piece, someone said, “i’ve never heard this orchestra’s version before.” i was thinking, “i’ve never heard this notation, on those instruments, in that space, with those curtains, and those microphones, with those codes of conversion from ‘analog to digital’, compressed with that algorithm to that digital format, reproduced on those little speakers in this senselab room before (or to include myself in the ecology, with this body, this caffeine buzz, this tension, intention, attention, etc). we were talking about collaboration… i guess i mean to say, i was wondering if the entire chain of resonance, real and virtual, could be considered in an ecology of collaboration?
right now, on the other hand, i am listening to my roommate’s music pour through paper thin walls. she’s listening to “kids in america” by a band called Len (?), which is apparently from the soundtrack of “DIGIMON The Movie” (i had to use Shazam to figure that out… even Shazam could decipher the song through the wall. that is how porous this building is.
[a side note: when you activate the Shazam app, it says “Listening…”
what kind of listening is it when one machine listens to another? through a bedroom wall?]
)))))))) unsettling onslaught of vibrating, incessantly viral earworms perforating the skin, gorging themselves on my misplaced potential for productive thought. what would i be writing if it were silent? if it were Reich? would i make more sense? now i hear the classic 90s hit “Boom Boom Boom” from The Outhere Brothers… (i’m considering moving soon. or am i just being pretentious?)
i wonder if there isn’t something productive in my discomfort, my inability to “focus” on what i’m writing? what does it mean that i as a foreigner want the Canadian border to be porous, but not my bedroom walls? i don’t know how to reconcile that… my need for legal “status” as an individual in a political territory, at the same time that i actively and constantly unsettle and dislocate my “self” in relation to the world.
the other night, on the phone with my best friend from Amsterdam, i was mesmerized by the sound of her voice, full of gratitude for just that sound, every inflection, and for the invisible innumerable cuts and codes that carried it across digital waves to my ear. it was almost impossible to devote my attention fully, equally and at the same time to the sense of what she was saying. almost as impossible as it is for me to sense (or make sense of) the fact that i was once nothing other than a tiny mint in my father’s coat pocket. but there i am. little minty fresh me.
(sorry for rambling in this space. i couldn’t bring myself to start my own post. i am after all only “auditing” this class. but i guess we are all auditors in a class about audition. in any case, the re- of response resonates more with my affect of insecurity: unsettled, uncertain, unsure, but still desiring to engage, relate, resound… more like an echo than an author.)
-luca
a cooperative declension of breath and cut
Delete"Music For A Large [ever expanding] Ensemble"
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This is beautiful Luca. Merci for writing, for responding, this has so much resonance/echo/ripples. I am looking forward to talk to you later today and see/hear what forms/sounds it will take.
Gorgeous, both. And I don't believe in the distinction between "student" and "auditor," especially that distinction that suggests that the one who listens is secondary... Great to hear you, Luca. And that google doc makes me smile every time I look at it - magic what happens when we need not name ourselves or stack our thinking.
ReplyDeleteAnd focus: a modality of "militarized" attention. A way to hierarchize in advance of the event of relation. A way to know in advance what must be known. How wonderful to really hear the voice, to hear it in all its synesthetic complexity such that the words themselves become backgrounded.