Wednesday, April 16, 2014

XI. Un puissant [vaisseau cosmique]


The proprietary fishing line’s power exercised in a Niagara’s flow
Shapes the hemispheres, to foam and welter cattails, lotuses of microglia
Petrarch’s Hippocrene stalls Les compagnons de Jéhu (1857) in a culture war—
Routing terrorists before its reverberant and depthless Fontaine-de-Vaucluse
Where its water wheel hammers rag paper into fine sheets, into aromas
Of discretion—Their mothers were both pianists; Poulenc and Stockhausen,

Consequent of thought, a commune’s paired silver shadow and trout—Karlheinz Stockhausen
Debuted Oktophonie (1991) in a former fish market, for the strings’ tremolo flowing
No longer confined to their cylinders and combs—Migrating from bone marrow, microglia
After brain-derived neurotropic factor, pit the mind’s plate armor, for a flight from wartime’s
Seed fortune (1743) onto the king’s former hunting grounds—The exsurgence of Vaucluse

Cousteau (1946) first breached 46 meters—René Char’s Le Soleil des eaux (1946)—Fontaine-de-Vaucluse
In the matching slipcase—Reaching the summit of Mt. Ventoux (1336), the book fell open—Stockhausen’s
Aleatory method; CCI (1367) Valle che de’ lamentiFish constrained by the green banks in war
Recollections where Braque summered along the Sorgue, Black Fish (1942)—La Fontaine flowing
In wonder, Poulenc and Éluard’s Les Animaux modèles (1941) as the exotic fish stocked at Vaux (1661)—Aromas
Of the just pruned trees; Donnerstag aus Licht (1977-1980), Mondeva sings for Stockhausen’s mother at Hadamar (1941)—Microglia

Supplying its synaptic role; otherwise, Braque’s crossed fish remain two canvas slits—If not for microglia,
Night is left crying its in apron (1937), Charlotte Smith’s XV from King’s Bench Prison (1784)—The first Fontaine-de-Vaucluse
Dive tied to Didi Dumas, of flooded suits and loosened limestone, the air compressors recycling aroma-less
Carbon monoxide (1946)—Braques on Vaucluse, crossed cues, where Le Billard (1944) is broken by its meteoric well—Stockhausen’s
Procedural instructions to the ensemble, after a boarder guard uncorking Lourdes, so much wartime
Fish without news wrap—Jacques Villon's color as bait / with drawing as the fisherman's line (1957) flowing

From Le travail du peintre (1956)—And the nocturnal rose / and the blood of the crowd (1926, 1956) flowing—
Peripherally immune; to freeze in place, immediately, in the familiar setting a second time—Microglial
Molecules, provocative and benign, are to Poulenc’s twin heredity of Paris and Aveyron; and because of war,
Unqualified—Miles Davis and moment form—Alphaville (1965), The Cerebellum as a Neuronal Machine (1967)—Fontaine-de-Vaucluse
Suggested by two rising plates of sheet-glass of Braques’s Le Billard (1945), and Gala’s aroma,
With the abacus-barred window framed by helices—Hymnen (1967), which was composed of national anthems, Stockhausen

Scored La Chinoise (1967)—Tyranny beloved of all, or one alone; de Staël’s Corinne is now married, on holiday, before Stockhausen
Warms the cathodes for Set Sail for the Sun (1968)—Week-end (1967) paints the feed-forward film as a stripe of motorway flowing
Through a mesh of spinal inputs; Maldoror, to the ocean—All traipsing in the crown vetch, the aroma
Of burning tires; yet stronger still, the flame of Hymen back-lighting the cook, with a fish—Microglial
Insult, revisionism, and vulgarization—Éluard attends the Stalinist tribunal (1950); Celan’s Shibboleth (1955)—War-fatigued,
Poulenc and Carême sit down to La courte paille (1960), the April Moon’s fish laughing at sleet—Petraca left (1353) Fontaine-de-Vaucluse;

Modern brigands sell santons up its approach, Vallis Clausa—Georges Braques’s late aquariums, unlike Stockhausen’s
Return to Sirius, or his stated hubris of twin buildings; in each case, microglia burn thoughts, almost an aroma of steaming hair—
Express instead their autotelic flow, a wind-smoothed sowing field forsaken of the Angelus or a war dance—

15 comments:

Σφιγξ said...

https://books.google.com/books?id=60BrDwAAQBAJ&lpg=PP1&dq=The%20Besieged%20City&pg=PP1#v=onepage&q=The%20Besieged%20City&f=false

Σφιγξ said...

Thank you, for reminding me of a book I need to read in shirt order. I will put Exercise 89 here.

Σφιγξ said...

Late entry. Thank you for reminding me:

https://1drv.ms/i/s!AsA4BY25Ql_1mXr1Fm17KsV3pCiR

Σφιγξ said...

https://www.ndbooks.com/book/the-apple-in-the-dark/

Exercise 91.

Σφιγξ said...

Yes, this could be the text for Vav (6). Tendre une corde:

https://chireviewofbooks.com/2023/11/17/the-mystery-of-consciousness-in-the-apple-in-the-dark/

Σφιγξ said...

*short order

I found this text a month ago, and I remembered Boulez and Stockhausen's adventures in atonal composition. I had this Card in mind when I glossed over what modern music meant in 1958: Mussorgsky's influence on Debussy and Aaron Copland's studies with Nadia Boulenger. Copland wrote reviews of Fauré, which popularized his work in America.

https://images.app.goo.gl/QeF7fikdYs8vLFcFA

I JUST FOUND OUT that there is a piano teacher on Colonial who teaches small children (Elevendy) and adult private lessons, and this is walking distance from the house. Something to pursue in late June.

The conversation started Monday morning when my mother and I were walking downtown, after brunch, and an interminable hour in ChocolatePaper, and she pointed to converted loft where she took piano lessons for seven years.

Σφιγξ said...

https://www.frieze.com/article/clarice-lispector-apple-dark-2023-review

Σφιγξ said...

What I could see: a Yamaha Clavinova with a tablet with my assignments and the routine reinforcement of showing up there for a 30 minute lesson once a week between the kid appointments, maybe even my niece's.

Σφιγξ said...

She is not quite mature for this yet.

Σφιγξ said...

I feel guilty that I have not had time to invest in my niece, for now. I have an extremely youthful twenty-year-old trainee with translucent skin and pigtails that I am training over forty hours a week. I treat her as I would want someone to treat my daughter or niece, which is gently. She is competent, and she is getting married this year to her high school sweetheart. Everything is so planned.

She looks like one of these, from The. Last Dinner Party (2024), andI feel like Björk from Debut (1993), as someone at twenty who was aggressive, syncopated but unsure with a Sony Discman. A study in contrasts.

Did this girl hear it playing The Sims 4?

https://youtu.be/pETz4IMmeDU?si=NXuAqgYq-Jw_upOP

https://youtu.be/Itmt9TubetY?si=9BAoUljtO_JHW6ut

Σφιγξ said...

My hairdresser planned for years this culminating wedding. She is 25, with a dog, and her and husband struggle unhappily, it seems.

There is no guarantee that starting early is the answer.

Some consolation?


https://www.ft.com/content/2f4e8e43-ab36-4703-b168-0ab56a0a32bc

Σφιγξ said...

https://www.chabad.org/library/article_cdo/aid/4237482/jewish/Shalom-Bayit-Marital-Harmony.htm

Σφιγξ said...

Emunah or faith that it will work out is required.

The truth is that neither you nor I have the luxury of splendid isolation forever. I have to remind myself that I chose this, like I chose you. I still chose you.

I found out that this girl was a Mormon when I tactlessly stated, "Oh, what do you expect from a person who finds one's revelation from a hat?" I tried to walk it back, but she was offended. She went and asked my manager if she can work here, so I suppose I did not scare her off.

Σφιγξ said...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZmgLN8vAVZ0

https://press.uchicago.edu/ucp/books/book/distributed/H/bo37865026.html

I remember reading Mishima's After the Banquet (1960), which was translated into English by Donald Keene in 1963. I was nineteen turning twenty, and I aspired to read all the Mishima books. I found the paperback in my favorite hole-in-wall bookstore, Givens Books. I remember liking its spareness and deep characterization of the female protagonist, Kazu.

There was a glowing review in the New Yorker, and the author was used for invading the privacy of Hachirō Arita, a socialist proprietor who married late in life to an izakaya owner.

I would like to read it sometime, as I am now. This video about a proprietress's Tokyo izakaya reminded me of it. Some of the regulars seem to patronize her place to avoid the loneliness of returning home alone.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vYw9ibksThE

I also thought about Ian McEwan's On Chesil Beach (2007) about a couple who decide to part after a humiliating wedding night. I liked this novel shortlisted for the Booker Prize because it functioned on a romantic impasse. If I was writing within the lacunae of this text, I would propose that they both get very intoxicated in order to remove respective defenses. One is damaged in one's childhood without the benefit of being able to point to one particular episode or parenting style.

Anyhow, I am going to read this with this collection.

https://www.newyorker.com/books/this-week-in-fiction/yukio-mishima-11-04-24

https://www.google.com/books/edition/Voices_of_the_Fallen_Heroes/0qkrEQAAQBAJ?hl=en&gbpv=1&pg=PA1&printsec=frontcover

To read, after I read about the monkey in the short story. Recall, I have been thinking about Haruki Murakami's "Confessions of a Shinagawa Monkey" (2020).

https://www.google.com/books/edition/Hell_Screen/D0wy3OIoAyQC?hl=en&gbpv=1&pg=PT7&printsec=frontcover

https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2020/06/08/confessions-of-a-shinagawa-monkey-haruki-murakami

https://www.newyorker.com/cartoon/a23970

Σφιγξ said...

*sued

Yes, Vav (6). Tendre une corde is a good title for the Apple in the Dark project. Thank you, for reminding me.

I also think that frigidity in McEwan's novel corresponds to the tendency for people to refuse situations or people who may challenge or mar their dignity in some way.

One good thing about interacting with younger people is that we can own each other. I had someone show me a shortcut in the system at work (like, duh), and then I owned her back when a ventilator alarm went off with the patient gasping, and then I showed her where the high pressure blew off the viral particle filter on the circuit. Connected, respiration restored.