Archive for the ‘spoken word / poetry’ Category

Sweeney’s Agony

Saturday, June 10th, 2017

A fair use illustration of using a poem fragment from Sweeny Agonistes as song lyrics. What is unusual about this piece by Eliot is that it was intended to have musical rhythms in the meter, though conceived in a jazz context. Here is an illustration in a blues context. Source is Collected Poems 1909 – 1935 Copyright T. S. Eliot.

Sweeney’s Agony – Johnny Pumphandle Remix
Sweeney’s Agony – First version

Vocal, fretless electric guitar, rhodes (Dimension Pro), tenor sax (Dimension Pro), and drums (Session 3 drummer). All but the drums are live performances.

When Fear Itself Arrives (19 edo)

Friday, February 17th, 2017



When Fear Itself Arrives is a six minute 19 edo composition using a Linnstrument, Doepfer R2M, Electro Harmonics Nano Ironlung Vocoder, Line 6 Uber Metal Pedal, Diva, Absynth 5, Izotope Beat Tweaker, Izotope Stutter Edit, Breverb, BT Brick Wall, dblue Glitch v 1.3, Voice, FDR clip, Cakewalk Sonar, Zoom UAC-2, all tuned to 19 notes per octave and taking advantage of micro-looping within the applications.

September (JI Ambient)

Saturday, October 1st, 2016

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September – a collaboration of Christiane Offenbar, Meolog, and myself. All of the audio is derived from Christiane’s singing of Meolog’s poem which is below. The processing created tracks that were based on harmonic series started on 27.5 cents, 41.25 cents, and parallel tracks in a fugue at the octave, minor 3rd, 4th, and 5th.

september

die letzten
warmen tage:
sommers versprechen
schwingt
noch einmal auf
und lichtet sich
mit den bäumen
mit dem wind
Links:
meolog.tumblr.com/
https://soundcloud.com/offenbar-christiane/meologs-september
translation

the obvious signs

Saturday, August 13th, 2016
My beautiful picture

My beautiful picture

the obvious signs is a collaboration of poetry by tanner brockwell, performance midi by William Newbold, and synth / arrangement by me in 19 note per octave tuning.


(there is time but it seems gone)

the obvious signs
of the seasonal change
i could name them all
or simply let the new winds
wrap around me in the last light
of the day this day
this near to the end
notched again upon my mind
there is time but it seems gone
slipped like sands
uncountable through fingers
i must find the center
return to a peaceful balance
too long on the edge
dare i dream of contented time
feeling free to let go
i could catch my breath
i could hold it again
finally able to say
hewre is peace

(my limbs sleep numb )
i dreamt
i woke in verdant fields
emerald lay
on this pleasant land
so surprised to see
all about me jade
clumped bursting forth
my limbs sleep numb
trying to stretch them out
my fingers found a leafy mound
warm to touch
and hid beneath
a secret fruit
it i but stirred
i could sense the sweet
allure of a hidden pleasure
but my limbs seized
by some frightful cold
i could not help but swoon
in to dark depths
pull me from my rest
wake me my dear
the sleepy turquoise
to your emerald Verdigris

Nail the Jelly to The Wall (12 edo)

Saturday, January 23rd, 2016

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Singing and original melody by Christiane Offenbar
Words by RichardLeach, Jan 4, 2016
Arrangement by me – in 12 edo

The calendar says Monday but it doesn’t say what for.
You hear a nearby ticking and you hear a distant roar.
You get up when you hear the bugle call.
You have to nail the jelly to the wall.

The galaxy is spinning but it doesn’t fly away.
Dark matter holds it all in place, at least that’s what they say.
You hear the running in the upstairs hall.
You have to nail the jelly to the wall.

You try to play your tenor but you have a broken reed.
The overtones are hidden and the undertones are freed.
Sometimes a tower leans and will not fall.
You have to nail the jelly to the wall.

Just and Due Debt (19 equal – for voice, fretless electric guitar, and synthesizers)

Monday, October 12th, 2015

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Just and Due Debt (19 equal – for voice, fretless electric guitar, and synthesizers)

Just and Due Debt (19 equal – isolated fretless electric guitar)

A Wireless Vision (19 edo soundmass)

Friday, April 10th, 2015

http://www.teslasociety.com/teslacoil.htm

http://www.teslasociety.com/teslacoil.htm



A Wireless Vision is a 19 edo tuned soundmass composition. Acknowledgement goes to librivox.org for the reading and the Tesla Society for the picture. Other sound sources include analog and soft synthesizers, bowed metallic objects, aeolian harp, processing, and retuning as needed by melodyne single track to 19 edo.

Quantum Mechanics (poly-tuned)

Friday, February 6th, 2015

[/caption]Fig. 1: Probability densities corresponding to the wavefunctions of an electron in a hydrogen atom possessing definite energy levels (increasing from the top of the image to the bottom: n = 1, 2, 3, ...) and angular momenta (increasing across from left to right: s, p, d, ...). Brighter areas correspond to higher probability density in a position measurement. Such wavefunctions are directly comparable to Chladni's figures of acoustic modes of vibration in classical physics, and are modes of oscillation as well, possessing a sharp energy and, thus, a definite frequency. The angular momentum and energy are quantized, and take only discrete values like those shown (as is the case for resonant frequencies in acoustics) Fig. 1: Probability densities corresponding to the wavefunctions of an electron in a hydrogen atom possessing definite energy levels (increasing from the top of the image to the bottom: n = 1, 2, 3, …) and angular momenta (increasing across from left to right: s, p, d, …). Brighter areas correspond to higher probability density in a position measurement. Such wavefunctions are directly comparable to Chladni’s figures of acoustic modes of vibration in classical physics, and are modes of oscillation as well, possessing a sharp energy and, thus, a definite frequency. The angular momentum and energy are quantized, and take only discrete values like those shown (as is the case for resonant frequencies in acoustics)

Quantum Mechanics (poly-tuned)

Pen and Quill (22 edo)

Thursday, January 1st, 2015

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Pen and Quill is performed with a rock ensemble (guitar x3, piano, bass, drums, vocals such as they are) in 22 notes per octave of a poem I wrote some years ago with edits. I apologize for my voice wavers – I’m not a good singer and trying to sing microtonally is even more challenging. But, hopefully on the whole you will find it worth putting up with.

I don't know what the tomorrow is
But I'm sure it is written
Inscribed in something sacred
Letters in drying ink
On page to page
Flipped by the breeze 
Flowing past, the past,
It is all we keep
all we keep

I sat there, stood there,
And yes I listened
I listened too well
To every word and gesture
Recorded and filed
By ink and quill
Reflected by mirror
oh yeah
It somehow becomes less,
Less of a puzzle, 
But more of a trouble,
To understand
And I still stand

Yet the room has changed
How the past shapes the future
But nothing is ever plain
The enigma is this nettle of time
With its plaintive scraping
Of pen and quill
With its plaintive scraping
Of paper and quill
It is all we keep
It is all we keep


I sat there, stood there,
And yes I listened
I listened too well
To every word and gesture
Recorded and filed
By ink and quill
Reflected by mirror
It somehow becomes less,
Less of a puzzle, 
But more of a trouble,
To understand
And still I stand
And still I stand

The Song of a Comet (adapted for 9/8 mono intervallic tuned synthesizers.)

Thursday, December 4th, 2014

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The Song Of A Comet

By Clark Ashton Smith

A plummet of the changing universe,
Far-cast, I flare
Through gulfs the sun’s uncharted orbits bind,
And spaces bare
That intermediate darks immerse
By road of sun nor world confined.
Upon my star-undominated gyre
I mark the systems vanish one by one;
Among the swarming worlds I lunge,
And sudden plunge
Close to the zones of solar fire;
Or ‘mid the mighty wrack of stars undone,
Flash, and with momentary rays
Compel the dark to yield
Their aimless forms, whose once far-potent blaze
In ashes chill is now inurned.
A space revealed,
I see their planets turned,
Where holders of the heritage of breath
Exultant rose, and sank to barren death
Beneath the stars’ unheeding eyes.
Adown contiguous skies
I pass the thickening brume
Of systems yet unshaped, that hang immense
Along mysterious shores of gloom;
Or see – unimplicated in their doom –
The final and disastrous gyre
Of blinded suns that meet,
And from their mingled heat,
And battle-clouds intense,
O’erspread the deep with fire.

Through stellar labyrinths I thrid
Mine orbit placed amid
The multiple and irised stars, or hid,
Unsolved and intricate,
In many a planet-swinging sun’s estate.
Ofttimes I steal in solitary flight
Along the rim of the exterior night
That grips the universe;
And then return,
Past outer footholds of sidereal light,
To where the systems gather and disperse;
And dip again into the web of things,
To watch it shift and burn,
Hearted with stars. On peaceless wings
I pierce, where deep-outstripping all surmise,
The nether heavens drop unsunned,
By stars and planets shunned.
And then I rise
Through vaulting gloom, to watch the dark
Snatch at the flame of failing suns;
Or mark
The heavy-dusked and silent skies,
Strewn thick with wrecked and broken stars,
Where many a fated orbit runs.
An arrow sped from some eternal bow,
Through change of firmaments and systems sent,
And finding bourn nor bars,
I flee, nor know
For what eternal mark my flight is meant.

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