May
1917: as the crime rates in the city soared,
an uneasiness, a dangerous ill tember escalated among soldiers, workers, and, most dramatically peasants.
Lost in the middle of nothing
ever present
without recollection
but with the largest data of the past
A future blank
Total question mark
Speculation
while betting on disasters
I wish all of you
At least some of us
I wish all of us
have rebellious moments
fighting over the ruins
fighting ourselves
to make sense of ourselves
Identification
DisiIdentification
performance of ourselves
assumptions that we accept
must be part of our impossibility
to think otherwise
But there is still a buffer
we don’t see it
we don’t use it
We are wrong:
-in how we conceive ourselves
-in how we treat ourselves
-in what we are doing
-in how look at the the past
-in what we do for our future
-in what we do with time
Identification
DisiIdentification
performance of ourselves
assumptions that we accept
must be part of our impossibility
to think otherwise.
“With Julius, he was based in repetition, but here was a spirit of openness and improvisation. His scores, if they were written out that way, were often like jazz scores. He loved multiplying instruments – four pianos, ten cellos – so there was a real feeling of the presence of the instrument, not just using an instrument in some kind of equation, as a means to an end.” ~ Mary Jane Leach
Enough said. pt