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A poem as “liquid fluxus”
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 …
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