december 17, 2005.
" -- le carré rempli de deux triangle concerne sete image : si on calcul sete image avec sèle-ci: ils ni à plus de triangle dans un carré mes deux carré dans un triangle mais si on fait sette image sa change tout : car ils y à deux triangle avec deux carré dedans et si ils ni à pas une sele jause avec de chose dedans se nest plus noctanbuler mes un tèratopére.
quan on dit que se dessin ne veut rien dire sest vrai : se ci sappéle le calibaire quamme le sébulaire qui est comme sa : quand sété image et conserné à séte image : elle et superieur à lautre mes si on la conserne dans lautre sens : lautre etetsupérier. quan un ron se met dans l'histoire sa change tout mes si ses pour montraits disqurait ilsfofaus étres cent se qui et beaucoup -- "par : Gersande
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december 13, 2005.
On his travels through Europe roaming dutch soundician Rinus van Alebeek meets, records and performs with many a sound-artist, musician and/or sonic explorer, that - like himself - devote themselves body and soul to their work and art, with astonishing energy and dedication. But with hardly a penny - let alone a euro - in return ...
Well, I guess this must be but too familiar sounding for many of the practicing sonic explorers among the SoundBlog's regular viewers ... as for most of us, there's usually indeed but this one budget: no-budget.
It inspired Rinus to create The No-Budget Foundation(s), which - for starters - is a blog with 'reports, travelogues and money stories', written by Rinus and guests.
"The initial idea was and still is," Rinus writes in an introductory mail, "to make it a legal organization one day. Its main aim is kind of Robin Hoodian, namely to ask from the rich and give to the poor. The letters to the 'rich' get published on the no-budget foundation blog: at the moment you'll find two examples."
There's some great ideas here ... Like the no-workshop,
turning around - and indeed turning right - the scheme of an upcoming
danish workshop, during which, in return for a subscription fee of 500 euros,
visual and sound artists may work together on projects, guided and instructed
by a team of curators.
The no-workshop, on the other (and so much better!) hand, will
enable 'art professors, art critics, curators and museum directors', upon
payment of a similar inscription fee, "to exchange ideas with soundicians,
get involved in their social environment and witness their creative process"
...
Also part of the No-Budget blog are Rinus' Hamburger Chronicles. Four installments on line at this moment, and they make for fine reading ... :
"Judith had driven a hitchhiker to Weimar [...] He told her that he was a tailor. He traveled with his sewing machine and a suitcase. When he arrived in a new town, he would ask for a job. If there was, he would stay, if there wasn't, he would go on.
Judith thought this would be a nice idea for musicians.
It is. Just read on."from: Wandering years
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december 07, 2005.
Been wandering - last sunday with the family, and once more, but alone,
this wednesday afternoon - through the dense grid formed by the 40+ smallish
square and rectangular numbered 'exhibition cells' holding the 1500+ 'items'
that together constitute the Dada show currently on at the fifth floor of
the Centre Pompidou here in Paris ...
And both times it felt like I was visiting a classy antiquarian books &
papers fair; or - turning a corner - like we were at the sightings just
hours before the start of another 'auction of the century'; or (other corner)
on a (admittedly somewhat luxurious) flea market; or at ...
I mean, it's good! ... Abundantly rich in content, without pretending
to be 'complete'. And respectful of the 'elusiveness by nature' of Dada,
that 'something/anything' happening 'somewhere/anywhere' in the western
world, some eighty years ago, which has proven itself as influential as
it was short lived.
Equally good - no, even better - is the encyclopedic exhibition's catalogue. Printed on fine (52g, 'free journal style') paper, you get a quite manageable 1000+ pages collection of 2000+ reproductions spread out over 150+ 'lists' and articles, that have all been put in strictly alphabetically order. (You will stumble upon the 'Introduction' about halfway: at page 512 ...)
There's an awful lot of, about and with Duchamp,
both in the catalogue and as part of the exhibition. I for one am pretty
happy with that. Even though it is somewhat ridiculous that for
the unavoidable merchandise one apparently could not come up with
anything better than L.H.O.O.Q. printed on cups, plates and sweaters ...
(Sure I know that an 'expo' of this size and scale cannot be without all
sorts of 'business', but still ... Would anyone actually buy stuff
like that? ... [ Come to think of it, that's a funny reflection on
my part, now isn't it? ... Considering something intuitively so much not
done on second thought sometimes to me appears as an important enough
reason to actually retrace my steps, go back and do it ... ;-)
])
Also at the exhibition itself - of course - one gets one's dose of Duchamp's
mustached and bearded Monna Lisa's, including the 1930 remake that became
part of the art collection of the french Communist Party (:-) ! [
i love that detail ]) ; and, prominently placed on a largish black
platform in the middle of the 'Picabia/Duchamp' cubicle there's (the remake
of) the white urinal (the Richard Mutt's 'Fountain'). That, like
so much more here on show, have become so very anecdotal. Guess you can
imagine the high school, art school and other classes standing around the
urinal; with a guide or a teacher pointing out many a possible interpretation
of the ceramic's lines and curves, and explaining - probably - how a pretty
minor incident at a 1917 NY exhibition managed to have such an impact on
our arts' history... And with the students staring at the pot, and diligently
sketching and scribbling away in their notebooks. All of them, but a couple
of obstinates that do sense that all of this is ... well ... hi-story,
and that with the years passing 'ideas' like the L.H.O.O.Q. and the 'Fountain'
by far and large have joined the ranks of icons of 'western art'. Duchamp
himself 'shaved' his Joconde in 1965, and Brian Eno was but one among many
that attempted and succeeded in using Duchamp's 'Fountain' on show for what
it originally was made for. [ Eno applied a particularly devious
technique for his 'act', as related in his A
year (with swollen appendices). ]
Apart from the crowds, Duchamp's motorized 'Rotatives' are among the very few things that make some moderately interesting noises up there on the Centre Pompidou's fifth floor. 'Dada@Beaubourg' is an event meant almost exclusively for viewers; for contemplating, quiet viewers. (Many of the documents and works presented though still somehow manage to emanate a spirit evoking 'provocation', 'bruits' and 'spectacle'. But here all the noise, the stampings and clappings have been smothered, with 'hi-story' leaving but an endless stream of print on yellowing pages ... kept now safely behind glass, from where they can do no more 'harm', with no longer much to provoke ... just to be reflected upon; to be worshipped, almost ... it is this that I sense so very strongly here: it's the 'curators' worship' of these artifacts, most of which originally were merely means to an end ...)
Though clearly considered in the context of the expo to be of but minor
importance, the exhibition does include some 'dada' related sound and music.
Here's the full list of 'sources sonores' as it appears in the catalogue
(including, when available, a link to a corresponding sound file at ubu.com):
Among the 40+ cells, three are specifically dedicated to sound. Two of
these form a longish narrow and dark corridor, in two separate parts. Each
of them contains three separate sound sources, looping: the first one sounds
about where you walk in, the second one in the middle, the third where you
walk out.
You can sit, in the near dark, on a wooden bench stretching along one of
the walls and listen.
In the first 'sound corridor' Duchamp is in the middle: an Erratum musical;
not the early 'three voices' one, but the one associated with La mariée
mise à nu par ses célibataires, même. You hear
the pretty minimal (single sounding piano notes) 'Seven variations on
a draw of 88 notes', as recorded by Stephane
Ginsburgh, playing a Bösendorfer, a couple of years ago (CD released
by Subrosa (unclassical)).
The second corridor has Erik Satie's Furniture Music as its centre.
Playing is a recording from 1993 by the Ensemble Erwartung directed by Bernard
Desgraupes.
In both corridors this central ('instrumental') sound source is flanked
by 'classic dada voice/tonal poetry'. Apart from the pretty obvious and
'safe' selection, this is not bad at all, in principle, and the recordings
would 'mix' well. Were it not that the volume of the sound coming from all
of three sources in both corridors is so very low that the overall
result is that of a mere ambient sonic whisper ...
Now these are curious decisions ... playing these recordings in the dark,
and at such a low volume ... is it to remind us visitors that indeed
here we are in art-church and should worship? It is just
that most of this work is so very far from being whispered, from being about
'meditativeness', or about stillness ... on the contrary, I'd say, this
is noisy stuff. I'm not asking for an overtly loud playback
... just a normal volume would do ...
The 'simultaneous poem' L'amiral cherche une maison à louer
of Tristan Tzara, Marcel Janco and Richard Huelsenbeck got its own, separate
room, that you enter coming from the 'Cabaret Voltaire' cubicle. It is white,
with strip lighting for skirting boards; and empty. The 'room' presents
a very recent interpretation, by Gilles
Grand, commissioned especially for this exhibition. The 'simultan' room
has 58 loudspeakers hidden behind its walls, and uses a WFS
system for the sound projection.
Nice room, and clean. Very clean. Clini-cally clean.
The WFS sound projection
is fabulous, even though, again, it's not nearly loud enough. (And it's
not just me, for I saw many a visitor creeping up to the white clothed walls
to lend a closer ear to the sounds leaking in from behind ... )
But there is something utterly fascinating occurring here. Standing and
listening inside Gilles Grand's so clini-cally white and empty
sound projection room, we un-seeing witness an interpretation of the simultaneous
poem originally performed in march 1916 in the Zürich Cabaret Voltaire.
And we witness it from an 'outside' that is both in space and time
... (say, as if from within a 'time machine' (?)); the fine sound quality
(so very 'realistic') together with - again - the low volume makes that
unbridgeable 'distance' between us and the performance even more blatant:
it's not just that we are physically excluded, no, we are eavesdropping
- outside, secretively peeping in. The happening, the 'spectacle', is on
the other side, behind walls, impenetrable ... silently listening
one does get a sense that out there something pretty exciting is/was going
on; but it's not for us, no. We are and stay on the other side
...
Thus Gilles Grand's room almost perfectly illustrates what of course we
should have known from the start: that for ever we must remain separated
from what - if anything - all this Dada actually was about.
Separated by impenetrable walls.
'Time' pulled them up ...
[ The Dada exhibition in the Centre Pompidou continues until january 9th, 2006. It then moves (february 19th until may 14th) to Washington and (june 16th until september 11th) New York. ]
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