“Can a listener feel that they have any dignity when the values of music are registered against “ideals”? After all, the work and the joy of listening are in the internal refraction between what is and what is imagined. And there ain’t no respect in a prefigured imaginary.”
-Tony Conrad, “Slapping Pythagoras”
Sound is a multivalent, protean disturbance. Together, our senses and imagination massage it into coherent forms. In this poem, we meet two voices, two streams of language, triangulated by some distant well beyond the misty horizon.
This is a model for a more sociable music. The listening imagination parses between dispatches from utopia...
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Recording of a performance with Joanna Priestly at the Sitka Center in Otis, OR