Porous Words, Porous Listening

These are not my words, they are from another prof in another class – I transcribed the words of the prof, only I omitted words of the discourse that I found oppressive, boring, that angered me (which were many many many), I only wrote some sparse words. This was a class on Hitchcock – I think. I was not able to listen to his elaborately linear discourse – but instead I listened to something else through his words, latent, something left outside of the class that was pressuring itself back inside through the same words that pushed it out – porous words, porous listening – I listened to what was not said in what he was saying and I took note, composed with it, mixed it. I thought I would share the result here as it turns out what I heard/wrote relates much more to this than to Hitchcock (or maybe that's just what I wanted to hear?).

“Moving across from a divide, between, move between, by integrating, move between, moments, oscillate, composing, to walk at the pace of learning, looking, working, becoming, all of a sudden a sort of rhythm in the motions relations, this is true... between... they become indirectly there, but on the periphery, it is present, what differentiates an order and the whole.

Beyond our modes of experiences, there's a vast reminiscence of multiple forms, traces, in the wind.

The drive to violent forms centres. Mythos as forgetting, time as conflict. But here, there is the fear. They project part of it under another narrative.

Looking for the rest. Starting from the perspective of a translation - problem - something, together, what is it?

It is embodied in everything that separates. Movements, which implies leaving behind, way behind - doesn't exist - elements at the margins. Anything else is not in. But here it is a fantasized border. (Recurrent is the shape - the screen as faded light, over which we can also see the rest.) Otherwise they all share connexions to the whole, one and the same are the same, breaking that relationship until.... confronted with transformed material, transmuted content.

At the heart of the idea is transposed the play between here and there. The creation of both is doubled, free from structure. Behind what we don't have access to, we find a sense of those two conceptions at once and all.

It becomes the unseen, a sense of ambiguity is contained within it. It exists concealed, as part of the distinction. This suggests something else, fallen. One step removed, fallen condition, intertwined, tainted.

It is not a clear cut.

If you remember, after the fall... somewhere... variations... there is something... more... the presence that clears up the moment. It shows us what we cannot hear, transfers the auditory into the visual. The absence of sound, translating an impossible point of view into another impossible point of view. Impossible experience - hallucinations - projections - impossible space - sheer gesture - blinded vision of sound.”