--empyre- soft-skinned space--Hi Ryan,
Norie (aka Noralyn) here – thanks for sharing your alchemical putrefaction
experience. Interesting its connection to Christof’s bodily noises, which
nausea voices in such gut wrenching plenitude. And now that nausea's erupting
--empyre- soft-skinned space--Hi Christophe,
Noise is the outer/aether ranges of language. Silence is the quantum jump.
Ciao,
Murat
On Thu, Mar 29, 2018 at 6:44 PM, Christof Migone wrote:
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--empyre- soft-skinned space--Hi Christof and Stirling,
Christof, as always your writing is so visceral and thought-provoking. I like
how your point below avoids a binary dichotomy between noise and silence,
between noise and sound, between human and more than human:
--empyre- soft-skinned space--In his writings, Henri Chopin correlates the particular modernity of the
period after World War II with an operative assumption of plurality. He
sets this plurality (semantic, sonic, visual) against expression (artistic
or otherwise) as
--empyre- soft-skinned space--
A small point, following Murat and Julien’s exchange of a few days
ago, I wonder also about how noise might produce disorientation as a
positive effect.
This goes to the Situationist practice of dérive through the urban
landscape as a
--empyre- soft-skinned space--
Morning list,
This morning I thought about what is happening with our discussion
This morning I wake up early thinking about a new instrument, a
combination of drum and piano
This morning it is raining and dark outside
This morning I