Friday, August 11, 2006

"No Ideas But In Things" Or "Under the Concrete, the Ocean"?

"No ideas but in things." The famous line, right? Nice too, but it seems to express a modernist constipation, as if the thing could not extend itself through an ideational airspace, to mingle with the airwaves as does that impossible and consummately modernist object, the radio. When you bang the poem Paterson and the city, each and against each other to hear the sound, to create radiations, to make radio . . . how do you shape this space beyond things and between things that emerges? Hopefully it's not just through the rationalized entries of the blog format, not just a my-space, that filters the resonances. The watch faces seen and sounded here (watch the video) were raw material for the sound study (listen to the other file below); they are played and processed in a way indebted to the history of musique-concrete, but they also act as a microcosm of this experiment with Paterson. The city is an instrument, while the poem acts as the score. It's kind of nice that Blogger doesn't have diacritics, because if you wanted to call this Jersey-concrete, you could French up the pronounciation, or, if not, think of the sidewalks, and the mixers that spun them during the drive up from Alpha. With Alexis Bhagat, Clark Lunberry, and Tony (all of whom we'll hear from again in later entries). Completed as part of a free103point9 Wave Farm AIRtime residency.


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Anonymous Anonymous said...

hello,joe read the article in the news,i am paterson born and raised,if you need any info maybe i could help you. my name is pete longo, i,ll leave an e mail .address,.excuse any minor grammarmistakes.

5:37 PM, December 03, 2006  

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