Wednesday, April 27, 2011

(HNW #5/2011) Listening to HNW is like a seated meditation.

A Zen-Monk practizing Zazen.
(photography by Hiroshi Moritani, Kyoto, cf bottom of this posting)

Listening  - sitting - meditating - solitude - seclusion - emptyness - silence - repetition - monotony - eternity - seclusion - prayer - liturgy. When you hear these words, you are immediately associating a deep religious context. But it seems that in our modern times all of these things are lost forever. Maybe only in attentive listening to good music some of these age old religious practices are really preserved, at least in a secular form.

Especially in the case of the HNW-sound and performance the parallels to religious rites and practices are absolutely striking. This should be absolutely clear, when you remember how Romain Perrot performs and talks about HNW. Since HNW in its original form has always to do with revealing absolute nothingness at the core of our inner self, it is clear that it can be closely related to zen-buddhist pratices and rites. So it is only consequent to relate the act of listening to HNW to the buddhist technique of Zazen.

The aim of zazen is just sitting and opening the mind. This means to suspend all judgmental thinking and letting words, ideas, images and thoughts pass by without taking notice of them. Zazen is a meditative practice to calm the body and the mind, and be able to concentrate enough to experience insight into the true self, which is nothing more than nothing. This experience of breakthrough to absolute nothingness is also an awakening to absolute nothingness. This awakening (satori) can only be achieved through really hard work and cannot be attained by reading books about it. So please stay away from all the new-age-rubbish about satori.

Bankei Yotaku writes about the difficulties of zazen and of the achievement of satori: "I pressed myself without mercy, draining myself mentally and physically; at times, I practiced deep in the mountains, in places completely cut off from all human contact. I fashioned primitive shelters out of paper, pulled that over me, and did zazen seated inside; sometimes I would make a small lean-to by putting up two walls of thick paper boards, and sit in solitary darkness inside, doing zazen, never lying down to rest even for a moment. For a whole week I was unable to swallow anything except some thin rice broth. I felt a strange sensation in my throat. I spat against a wall. A mass of black phlegm, large as a soapberry, rolled down the side. Suddenly just as that instant. I realized what is was that had escaped me until now: All things are perfectly resolved in the Unborn. After fourteen years of incredible hardship, he had achieved decisive enlightenment, his doubts and uncertainties disappearing like a dream." (Bankei Yotaku, trans. Norman Waddell). 

The posture of zazen is seated, with folded legs and hands, and an erect but settled spine. The legs are folded in one of the standard sitting styles The hands are folded together over the belly. In many practices, one breathes slowly from the belly. The eyelids are half-lowered, the eyes being neither fully open nor shut so that the practitioner is not distracted by outside objects but at the same time is kept awake. Dogen says, in his book Shobogenzo, "Sitting fixedly, think of not thinking. How do you think of not thinking? Nonthinking. This is the art of zazen."

During Zazen you try to cut yourself off (like in the husserlian technique of phenomenological reduction) from the innerworldy phenomenons, in order to break through to your true innermost self. An old master has once said: "Take one step beyond the top of a hundred-foot pole". This means that you must cast away body and mind, as though climbing the top of a hundred-foot pole and letting go of with both hand and feet.   But always remember how hard it is to achieve satori or to say it simpler: to break through to absolute nothingness. To encounter absolute nothingness means in the end to realise that we are made out of  nothing but nothing and nothing else but nothing.

The non-variational, unforgiving, static and in the end micro-repetitive character of the real HNW sound seems to circulate like pure, sometimes deep black and sometimes deep white nothingness in your head. There seems to be nothing to focus on: except pure nothingness. The sound of HNW seems almost like a mirage; the longer you listen to and the longer you try to penetrate the sound, the deeper it goes. It is almost like an artwork by James Turrell, which is painted completely with light, so that the canvas becomes a deep abyss when you try to touch it.

When you listen to HNW it totally depends on your own singular (!) state of  mind, what you can perceive during an attentive listening-session and what not. Confronted with your innermost self, it could be either heaven or hell, darkness or light, memory or total amnesia, landscapes or dungeons, madness or sanity,  concentration or distraction. I think this explains the difficulties, that some totally unconcentrated  listeners have with HNW. They can't stand the intensity of nothingness in HNW and the danger to see, what it is really hidden deep inside of them.  If YOU are unable to concentrate yourself, don't make the music responsible for it.

Can 80 minutes of  HNW be so bad ? Remember that Bodhidharma bursted out into laughter as he finally achieved satori after seven years of seated meditation without pause in a cave in front of a wall. So stop the crying and the complaints about the monotony and the monstrosity of HNW right now. Stand up, buy good headphones and stay away from the now so boring and uninventive Harsh-Noise-Conservativism. Try to get more and more good (!) HNW-records until your record shelf breaks apart under the weight!

Maybe you will also finally burst out into laughter, maybe after seven years of constant seclusion in HNW-sounds. Then you will maybe find yourself just sitting there smiling - most probably deaf like an old donkey - in the eye of the storm.

Of course, this is not the only possible interpretation of HNW, but one! More interpretations and reviews will follow soon on this blog. A preview of the forthcoming reviews will be posted in the next days. The VARGRWULF-Review is following real soon...    


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Monday, April 18, 2011

Thoughts of the day #5/2011: Robert Smithson (1)

Robert Smithson (1938-1973)
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This is the first posting of the thoughts from one of the greatest american artists: Robert Smithson. I post these thoughts to show how wide the perspective of this blog is and will be. Since we always perceive with all our senses, I'll try to give here some examples to interrelate all artforms, thinking, poetry and music to deepen the possibilities of our experience with art, music, philosophy and literature. Maybe listening is not listening, thinking is not thinking , seeing is not seeing, and tasting not tasting.

Perception is more likely a synergetic effect of all your senses. This very easy to experience, put on your your favorite HNW-record and see (!) what happens. Robert Smithson writes about art:

"Art works out the inexplicable. Contrary to affirmations of nature, art is inclined to semblance and masks, it flourishes on discrepancy. It sustains itself not on differentiation, but on dedifferentiation, not on creation but on decreation, not on nature but denaturalization, etc. Judgements and opinions in the area of art are doubtful murmurs in mental mud"

Robert Smithson,
Mirror Displacement on a Compost Heap 1969
(Düsseldorf, Germany)

(I have made the photo myself from the book "Slideworks" (Carlo Frua 1997, p. 124))


"Unity is a natural idea, that belongs more to life (also called reality) and not to the terrible dualities of great art. Unity has its origin in chaos, while duality has its origin in the cosmic. And every cosmic system is a false one, that at time slips into the chaos of nature. This falseness must be protected from the murky waters of life's truth. Nothing is more corruptible than truth"


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Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Thoughts of the day #1/2011: Serge Margel (1)

Serge Margel
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Since this will always be an international blog, I start my new daily series called Thoughts of the day with a french posting. This is also a friendly reference from an attentive listener to the very strong and always innovative and ever expanding french HNW-scene. Viva Vomir and all the others !

Pour toutes les lecteurs françaises de mon blog, je suis heureux de présenter ici les premières pensées du jour. Aujourd'hui, c'est un passage d'un livre du philosophe Serge Margel:

"Un jour viendra, où l'âme saura qu'elle n'est qu'apocalypse. Elle se dira apocalypse, elle dira l'apocalypse. Elle dira: maintenant, je suis l'apocalypse. Je suis le sujet de l'apocalypse. C'est ce que je dis. C'est ce que je puis dire, en ayant écrit ce que j'aurait écrit, ici, maintenant. Mais par là, mon âme ne dira rien. Elle ne dira même plus le rien. Elle ne dira ni quelque chose ni rien. Mais elle sera le mort, elle fera le mort. Elle fera le deuil de la mort. Elle sera ce deuil. Elle sera deuil. Maintenant le deuil est fait, maintenant l'âme fait le mort. Voici, c'est fait (facta sunt), dit l'Apocalypse (XXI, 6)." (Logique de la nature. Le fantôme, la technique et la mort, Paris 2000)

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Tuesday, April 12, 2011

(HNW #4/2011): HNW is the Art of Separation.

Ad Reinhardt says:

"Art-as-Art is a concentration on art's essential nature. The nature of art has not to do with the nature of perception or with the nature of light or with the nature of space or with the nature of space or with the nature of mankind or with the nature of society or with the nature of the universe or with the nature of creation or with the nature of nature. Art's nature fixes a boundary that separates it from everything else. Anything cannot be Art. Anybody cannot be an artist."

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Sunday, April 10, 2011

(HNW #3/2011) HNW is pure individualism and nothing else.

This blog will bring out the diversity inside of HNW. There is no and there will never be uniformity and conformism in true HNW. HNW is pure sonic individualism - and nothing else. This blog respects the singularity of real artists and the singularity of their works. No real artist repeats himself! Only a parrot repeats himself and imitates everything around him. But HNW is not PNW (=Parrot's noise walls)!

It is like Ad Reinhardt said about Art:

"Art is Art-as-Art and everything else is everything else. Art-as-Art is nothing but art. Art is not what is not Art. Art is not the spiritual side of business. The one standard in art is oneness, fineness, rightness and purity, abstractness and evanescence."

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Thursday, April 7, 2011

Sounds Reviewed #1/2011: Flesh Coffin - Seven Sermons


Sounds Reviewed #1/2011
Flesh Coffin - Seven Sermons to the Dead.
(Zvukovina 2011)
(10/10 Admiration-Points)

Everything starts with the sampled voice of Carl Gustav Jung saying: we know nothing on man - far too little - his psyche should be studied - because we are the origin of all coming evil.  And this is the most appropriate starting point for one of the most remarkable, intense and poetic releases this year. It is appropriate, because the whole composition seems to be based on an pseudepigraphic text by Carl Gustav Jung called "Septem Sermones ad Mortuos" ("Seven Sermons to the Deadclick here ) written in the year 1916 after his break with Sigmund Freud. This cryptic, gnostic and desperate text contains Carl Gustav Jung's theory of the soul in nuce; it seems to be a very short version of Jung's famous "Red book". When you try to cross-reference Carl Gustav Jung's text with Brandal's FLESH COFFIN music, it should be clear, that the composition Seven Sermons to the Dead will be the most impressive, thoughtful and consistant composition of nocturnal sounds this year.

During the masterly designed 90 minutes and its 7 Tracks Brandal sends the attentive listener on a gnostic journey of the soul through all known dichotomies of the human mind: fullness and emptiness, the effective and the ineffectivethe living and the dead, light and darkhot and coldenergy and matter, time and space,   good and evil, the beautiful and the uglythe one and the many, to reach Unity - Pleroma - Nothingness. So it is only natural that Brandal's compostion is full of tension, expressivity and sudden explosions, since it is nothing else than a giant complexio oppositorum - a coincidence of opposites. To say it in the words which were printed on the 4 bookmarks which belong to this 2 CD set: in all chaos there is a cosmos, in all disorder a secret order.

You should listen to this pitch black requiem on headphones at night. Only on headphones you will admire and discover all the details Brandal has put in this music. And only on headphones you will get the impression to be in the Kugelauditorium (Spheric Concert Hall) in Osaka during the World Exposition 1970; or to listen to a really dark, distorted, diabolic and sometimes anarchic re-invention of Karlheinz Stockhausen's octophonic cosmic music. But Brandal is far away from Stockhausen's obsession of a pre-established cosmic harmony Brandal's music is situated at the very dark crossing of drone, noise and the best extreme electronic and experimental music. On his blog Brandal has called this unique branding of music: harsh-noise-junk-metal-muddy-drones-cutup-horror-weirdness. When you take the challenge of this uncanny journey into the depths of your own tiny soul, you will experience it yourself. When you take this challenge your soul will be cleansed  by a giant noise-shower full of terror, silence and beauty.

During this 90 minutes Brandal uses all possibilities of extreme electronic music (using sometimes real drums , very distorted guitars, the sound of water, shattering glass or sampled xylophons) letting the attentive listener constantly floating between heaven and earth, time and space. This music is like a sonic action painting, or like one of Arnulf Rainer's overpaintings, since this music is constantly moving, changing its texture, its volume, its density, its appearance and its colours. The music is breathing, exploding, pulsating, shifting, expanding, droning and sometimes melting and glowing, or reduced to one very high tone. And sometimes there is light. Eternal silence and eternal darkness probably awaits you, but there will be no allmighty father, who is waiting for you. Your soul will never find a place to rest, since your ashes will be blown apart by a cosmic windchannel. Sometimes it is like listening to the sound of rotating planets or like listening to a choir of exploding angels. Or is this the birth/death sound of a new universe? A giant sonic supernova ? Or is it the performance of dark ritual ? Or is it a very deep meditation ?

Maybe death is nothing else but reverse birth - like on El Greco's famous painting The Entombment of Count Orgaz (1588). Listening to the Seven Sermons will be like Walter Reed described it a few years ago: between my eye sockets is where i will build my sky rocket you don't need any passport all you need is thought suddenly the soul becomes like hot coal a flame blow from out my brain hole like an volcano the brain begins to process as i start my conquest from out the physical bondage the thought launches voyaging 144 billion light years through the shadows of your imagination i feel myself getting older -sitting on a sofa in the position like yoga ... And during the final passage of this marvellous 2 CD-r's you will almost feel like a tibetan monk standing on the top of the world with a soundbowl in his hands, totally cleansed after casting off body/mind, only waiting for a wind to make his soundbowl tremble and finally make peace with life and death. The highest possible recommendation for Flesh Coffin - Seven Sermons to the Dead.

(written by S.K.G. in March/April 2011)

(10/10 Admiration-Points)
 
Flesh Coffin - Seven Sermons to the Dead
is available at Zvukovina (Europe 9 Euro, World 9,50 Euro).
The set comes in a beautiful designed DVD-Box, 2 pro-printed CD-R 
with poster and 4 bookmarks.