I recently dis­cov­ered, via a Face­book friend, UbuWeb​.com and Henri Chopin’s poetry. This dis­cus­sion, quoted from ubuweb, just thrills me. You can lis­ten to Chopin by click­ing here. go ahead, do it… lis­ten to a Can­tata for Two Farts

The poem is a liq­uid fluxus, a micro­scopic bio­log­i­cal real­ity, rise and deca­dence of cel­lu­lar struc­tures, a pulp, a «voice from the whole body trans­formed into audi­ble space», as Zumthor noted; all this at once with excur­sions in the third dimen­sion through the spa­tial­iza­tion of sound, in col­lab­o­ra­tion with the most advanced exper­i­men­tal music stu­dios which started in the 70’s; the unity and con­sis­tency of Chopin’s works is achieved through the record­ing and manip­u­la­tion of the sonorous real­i­ties of the body and through the sound which becomes a phys­i­cal action brought to life by its move­ment in the space.

As we all begin to get giddy with antic­i­pa­tion re:the release of Bil­lie Maci­u­nas’ “The Eve of Fluxus”, we seem to be read­ing more and more about

Fluxus, Flux Let­ting and Flux­ma­tion

and not frip­pery or frap.

damn, I’d write more, type more, but the hand brace is thor­oughly in place and typ­ing one fin­gered is like scratch­ing chig­ger bites while wear­ing oven mitts.

come back …

c