FLUXLIST: moby/CALL MISHIMAEL

[dbchirot1]

                                                for Jackson MacLow

        score for two voices

        CALL ME MISHIMAEL


        damp drizzly November
                                                mists in offings turned
        soul pausing before coffin
                                                distant ships black
                    
                silent sentinels stand
                                                    day after day
                fixed in ocean reveries
                                                    a daily repetition


                        everyone knows water
                                                             called up all 
evil
                        and meditation wedded
                                                             three ideas in 
nature
                        all not without meaning
                                                            join in our hearts


                        image ungraspable
                                                            grand signal or 
whim
                        phantom of life
                                                            nameless anarchy
                        key to it all                       
                                                            rejecting a name

                Fates springs motives
                                                    each instant brought
                under various disguises
                                                    more momentous explosion
                delusion was a choice
                                                    accustomed to absurdity


                Overwhelming idea
                                                    Happenings endless
                
                mysterious curiosity
                                                    signals distant ringing 
                wild nameless perils    
                                                    sound sea incessantly

        
    tormented for things remote
                                            hidden and appearing again
    quick to perceive horror
                                            ceaselessly blinking eye


            wonder world swung open
                                                    floated off somberly
            grand hooded phantom
                                                    black hull from west
            endless hill in air
                                                    no sign yet of port


    words left column: 
                    Herman MELVILLE, "Loomings", first chapter of MOBY DICK
    
    words right column:
                    Yukio MISHIMA, first chapter of THE DECAY OF THE ANGEL
    arranged by:
                    david baptiste chirot