Chimera Song Mosaic
Wednesday, January 21, 2004
Stasis blooms in darkness, then the blooms refuse their aperture, an ear untuned to sentiment burns its core to ash in the library, to ambergris. The library requests the absence of speech & music, yet without the score, the tension might unravel, deconstruction of the overseer’s argument. There are places in the half-life like the library where we ask to be apart from artifice, to uncoil from the anxiety of music & her half-hidden unfulfillment throbbing to catch up to the longing created when a song is interrupted in middle-morphosis. If music is attention to artifice, then dialogue can rupture the subterfuge, the brilliant hoax of firecracker gunshot to the 10th exponent.