Japanese sound artist Akio Suzuki’s outdoor listening point Space In The Sun was demolished on 8 November. Built just under 30 years ago on a hilltop in Japan’s Tango region two and a half hours away from Kyoto, the piece comprised a floor and two walls constructed from 10,000 handmade earthen bricks, creating a space in which to listen to the surrounding sounds. Working alongside his then-wife Junko Wada and other helpers, it took Suzuki 18 months to finish it in 1988. Its demolition followed recent disputes with the local cattle farm and its employees, who questioned the safety of the constructions due to recent deterioration and typhoon damage. However, regular Suzuki collaborator Aki Onda claims there was no clear evidence that the structure was dangerous.
Suzanne Ciani, “Concert at Phil Nibock’s Loft”
Kathy Acker’s biography by Chris Kraus
On Tomoko Sauvage, “In 2006, she attended a performance by Anayampatti S Ganesan, a virtuoso of the jal tarang, a traditional Carnatic percussion instrument consisting of porcelain bowls of varying sized filled with water. Her fascination with the jal tarang led her to experiment in her own kitchen, eventually culminating in a high refined, self-designed system of custom crafted water bowls equipped with hydrophones—underwater microphones that capture and transform the intricacies of fluid movement.” – Emily Pothast
Treatise On Musical Objects: An Essay Across Disciplines by Pierre Schaeffer, trans. John Dack and Christine North
Kapiw & Apappo
On Mary Jane Leach, “Her interest in sounds outside the score finds a corollary in an obsession with multiples—pieces made for single instrument ensembles—of which she maintains a publicly accessible database of composed works on her website.” Geeta Dayal, “Unsound Mass”
“In the 80s and 90s, an influx of Western cassettes started flooding Chinese ports. These were ‘dakou’, overstock from Western labels which had holes punched out of them and were sent in bulk to be recycled in Hong Kong, but found their way into music shops in mainland China via grey market entrepreneurs.” Josh Feola, “Psychic Hearts”
Grupo Rumo – Rumo (1981)
Tuluum Shimmering – Linnus and Lucy (2017)
Litüus – 2236 s Wentworth Ave (2017)
pan y rosas discos
You coordinate your meals with your clothes
If I could surmise patterns into colour yours would be sand
Coordination on ice
Coordination with sound
Your hair stands or curls at points
Bland can be a taste too
Blow wind over the desert
From east to west
Room service your own home
Dancing in a Richard Serra
Kiss the floor
Are we ready
You’re sensitive to light
You’re also sensitive to feeling
Knives like dresses
Promise to delete
Promise to not speak
Promise to isolate
You like dancing
Whenever I write N, the words spread out into filigree enclaves, spaces I don’t normally touch, more comprehensive in their reaching than anything I consciously sit to write. I usually text her while walking, or inbetween doings. I recently have come closer to understanding a short attention span. When you can’t focus, you are lost in what surrounds thought, always lost around the labyrinth rather than within it. I don’t care to get lost in something constructed for such an experience, but rather all digressions questioning the fact and matter, bathing in the writing written over and over as dirt paths, for no one in particular. I am thinking of texting her while writing this, keeping that as a subconcious focal point. I am supposed to be typing out many numbers right now. Many numbers around me. I listen to music incessantly. I can’t keep my mind off of the world sound so easily creates within me. A wedding at The Arts Club, with all of it’s Picasso’s and Picabia’s. A labyrinth of snow waiting outside. -8 F when I move to my new house, with the radiator shaped like a canopy around my bed, where an ex lover used to live hours prior.
mesh guides us.
to be enmeshed. i hesitate to cite timothy morton, he is not a guiding point for us. but, his idea is. a non-hierarchical web of things, strange strangers, that connect and inform each other in orbit. a cup and a table and a strand of hair and a buckle and a cat and the sea and a candle and love and desire and longing and emotion and the anthropocene.
yma makes garments from variously weighted mesh fabrics. large openings. a fine weave. all of these garments are made in black and neutrals. starting points. shades and tones. she plays with light and shadow like a photographer or painter. ochre. the various colours of mud around the globe, coming from the soil, clay and pink and green and brown and grey.
mesh is erotic.
mesh is used for mourning veil.
mesh is used for lingerie.
mesh of medical gauze.
i wore a mesh shirt, i wrote, “undress me, un-mesh me.”