Sound Comes To The Rescue Of Thought

"Sound comes to the rescue of thought, rather than the inverse, forcing it to vibrate, loosening up its organized or petrified body"

- Steve Goodman, Sonic Warfare.

Are You Scared To Die? (Wait For It)

The Scream - Sebastian Cosor - Safe-Frame.com from Sebastian Cosor on Vimeo.


"I was walking down the road with two friends when the sun set; suddenly, the sky turned as red as blood. I stopped and leaned against the fence, feeling unspeakably tired. Tongues of fire and blood stretched over the bluish black fjord. My friends went on walking, while I lagged behind, shivering with fear. Then I heard the enormous, infinite scream of nature." - Edvard Munch


"Innocent X screams, but he screams behind the curtain, not only as someone who can no longer be seen, but as someone who cannot see, who has nothing left to see, whose only remaining function is to render visible those invisible forces that are making him scream, these powers of the future. This is what is expressed in the phrase "to scream at" -- not to scream before or about but to scream at death -- which suggests this coupling of forces, the perceptible force of the scream and the imperceptible force that makes us scream."  

- Deleuze and Guattari on Bacon's Study after Velázquez's Portrait of Pope Innocent X in Francis Bacon:The Logic Of Sensation 

Bursting Bodies Of Thought // Goltraí Bog Na nDall

Bursting Bodies of Thought: Artaud and Hijikata, by Michael Hornblow:

"In butoh, the body becomes a kind of topological surface, an interface between what may be expressed and some other hidden realm of infinite potential that is ultimately inexpressible....

....

For Artaud.....everything within that matter and thought is inextricably linked along a continuum marked by the interplay of contrary forces....hidden beneath the surface of fact, glossed over by the banality of every day reality, and so it behoves the visionary artist and the radical metaphysician to reveal the lie-- to harness life's hidden force and unleash its cruelty, and an act of creation...."through dissociation and vibratory action upon the sensibility...."

Through a kind of "affective athleticism", the thinking body attempts to apprehend the infinite speed of thought energy in the grasping of a senile hand. What appears is but a shadow, yet one all the more luminous for feeding upon the depths, What may be seen or felt as stage 'presence is perhaps this tension between the virtual and the actual state of resistance in the body; the haunting of some 'thing' glimpsed in the crack of continual metamorphosis..."

"D'iompaigh sé a cheann,

Is do shín amach an lámh sin oilte ar chuardach,

Gach méar ag snámh go mall

Mar mhéaranna ceoltóra ar a uirlis,

Is bhí an uirlis ann

Do sheinn sé ar an aer táin nótaí ciúnais,

Goltraí bog na ndall"

-- ó 'An Dall Sa Studio' le Seán Ó Ríordáin

[He turned his head/And stretched out that hand trained in searching/Every finger swimming slowly/Like a musician's hands on his instrument/And the instrument was there/He played a wealth of silent notes on the air/The slow, sad music of the blind] 

my own rough translation (it's been a while)