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LUIGI RUSSOLO - FUTURIST NOISE MUSIC 1912
Luigi Russolo was a member of the Italian Futurist Art/Music/Lit/Type movement in the early 20th century. The noise boxes he made were primitive cubist geometric constructions with crank handles that slammed various metal pieces together to create noise that was amplified through the speaker horn. There are few recordings and little documentation of the performances as they actually happened.
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April 03, 2008
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JACQUES PREVERT
Homecoming
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A Breton returns to his birthplace
After having pulled off several fast deals
He walks in front of the factories at Douarnenez
He recognizes nobody
Nobody recognizes him
He is very sad.
He goes into a crepe shop to eat some crepes
But he can't eat any
There's something that keeps him from swallowing
He pays
He goes out
He lights a cigarette
But he can't smoke it.
There's something
Something in his head
Something bad
He gets sadder and sadder
And suddenly he begins to remember:
Somebody told him when he was little
"You'll end up on the scaffold"
And for years
He never dared do anything
Not even cross the street
Not even go to sea
Nothing absolutely nothing.
He remembers.
The one who'd predicted everything was Uncle Gresillard
Uncle Gresillard who brought everybody bad luck
The swine!
And the Breton thinks of his sister
Who works at Vaugirard,
Of his brother killed in the War
Thinks of all the things he's seen
All the things he's done.
Sadness grips him
He tries again
To light a cigarette
But he doesn't feel like smoking
So then he decides to go see Uncle Gresillard.
He opens the door
Uncle doesn't recognize him
And he says to him:
"Good morning Uncle Gresillard"
And then he wrings his neck
And he ends up on the scaffold at Quimper.
After having eaten two dozen crepes
And smoked a cigarette.
FERNANDO PESSOA
A Factless Biography #5
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I have before me, on the slanted surface of the old desk, the two large pages of the ledger, from which I lift my tired eyes and an even more tired soul. Beyond the nothing that this represents, there's the warehouse with its uniform rows of shelves, uniform employees, human order, and tranquil banality - all the way to the wall that fronts the Rua dos Douradores. Through the window the sound of another reality arrives, and the sound is banal, like the tranquillity around the shelves.
I lower new eyes to the two white pages, on which my careful numbers have entered the firm's results. And smiling to myself I remember that life, which contains these pages with fabric types, prices and sales, blank spaces, letters and ruled lines, also includes the great navigators, not one whom enters the books - a vast progeny banished from those who determine the world's worth.
In the very act of entering the name of an unfamiliar cloth, the doors of the Indus and of Samarkand open up, and Persian poetry (which is from yet another place), with its quatrains whose third lines don't rhyme, is a distant anchor for me in my disquiet. But I make no mistake: I write, I add, and the bookkeeping goes on, performed as usual by an employee of this office.
