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Was I waked by rattling buckets like ticking rain against the roar the whistling inhalation and the musing sighs of the ***** monster? Curved pipes blow me into space, everything shifts until I no longer have a hold and my body dissolves in trance between wringing sounds Compact like a saucer I swing increasingly heavy through octaves of space debris with withheld breath looking forward to the redeeming light of the eternally distant gravity, which will melt and burn me if I ever arrive A false siren song lures me with harmonies in which the dashboard lights up my thoughts clear again to chart a course and go away from this depression as if there are destinations Hope and desire tumble through the stardust like the splashing water from the sources of the Moldau The monster roars again - Maddening at the risk of bursting asunder and dispersing in debris, ticking against the silence like the end of a downpour But after the calm masses roll towering over it, ever I float between dream and deed Sleeplessly I babble a bit wading in acquiescence Songless
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Feb 7, 2022
Feb 7, 2022 at 3:28 AM UTC
Songless Song
Was I waked by rattling buckets like ticking rain against the roar the whistling inhalation and the musing sighs of the ***** monster? Curved pipes blow me into space, everything shifts until I no longer have a hold and my body dissolves in trance between wringing sounds Compact like a saucer I swing increasingly heavy through octaves of space debris with withheld breath looking forward to the redeeming light of the eternally distant gravity, which will melt and burn me if I ever arrive A false siren song lures me with harmonies in which the dashboard lights up my thoughts clear again to chart a course and go away from this depression as if there are destinations Hope and desire tumble through the stardust like the splashing water from the sources of the Moldau The monster roars again - Maddening at the risk of bursting asunder and dispersing in debris, ticking against the silence like the end of a downpour But after the calm masses roll towering over it, ever I float between dream and deed Sleeplessly I babble a bit wading in acquiescence Songless
"Songlessness" (2022, Maxim Shalygin), performed by the Amstel Quartet (saxophones) and Una Cintina ***** on February 5th, 2022 in the Organpark Curved pipes: saxophones "Vltava" ("The Moldau", 1874, Bedřich Smetana) Collection "org anp ark" #188
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Amsterdam
Feb 7, 2022
Feb 7, 2022 at 3:28 AM UTC
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