Tuesday, August 30, 2011

A Skull and a Rabbit. A Photo Series (#2/2011)

A Skull and a Rabbit
A Photo-Series by S.K.G.
No.2 a, b/2011


S.K.G. - A skull and a rabbit No.2 a


 

 


S.K.G. - A skull and a rabbit No.2b




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Friday, August 19, 2011

Thoughts of the Day #31/2011: Robert Smithson (2)

Robert Smithson (1938-1973)
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Dear Readers,

today it is time again for a few thoughts by one of the greatest american artists of all times: Robert Smithson. This time I have chosen a few passages about mirrors  (for the connection of HNW and mirrors, see my review ):


Why do mirrors display a conspiracy of muteness concerning their very existence ? When does a displacement become a misplacement ? Those are forbidding questions that place comprehension in a predicament. The questions the mirrors ask always fall short of answers. Mirrors thrive on surds, and generate incapacity. Reflections fall onto the mirrors without logic, and in so doing invalidate every rational assertion. Inexpressible limits are on the other side of incidents, and they will never be grasped.

*******

The mirror itself is not subject to duration, because it is an ongoing abstraction that is always available and timeless. The reflections, on the other hand, are fleeting instances that evade measure. Space is the remains, or corpse, of time, it has dimensions. "Objects" are "sham space", the excrement of thought and language.

*******

Only when art is fragmented, discontinuous and incomplete can we know about that vacant eternity that excludes objects and determined meanings. The mirror and the transparent glass brings us to those designations that remain forever abolished in the colorless infinities of a static perception.

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The artificial ingenuity of time allows no return to nature. Mirrors in time are blind, while transparent glass picks up reflections in this spaceless region of inverse symmetry and shifting perspectives - the mirror reflects the blank surface in the suburbs of the mind. There is nothing to "understand" about such a region except the consciousness that makes understanding impossible.


*******

A mirror looking for its reflection but never quite finding it. 


*******

Timelessness is found in lapsed moments of perception, in the common pause that breaks apart into a sandstorm of pauses.


- Robert Smithson





P.S. All texts by Smithson are taken from the volume: Robert Smithson, Slideworks. Carlo Fura 1997.

Saturday, August 6, 2011

A Skull and a Rabbit. A Photo Series (#1/2011)



S.K.G. - A skull and a rabbit No.1a




S.K.G. - A skull and a rabbit No.1 b




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Saturday, July 2, 2011

(MFoP #5/2011): Cyanistes caeruleus (1)

My Favorite on this Planet #5/2011


Cyanistes caeruleus
(photo: S.K.G.)



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Sunday, June 26, 2011

Sounds Reviewed #3/2011: Lungwash - By Myself to Myself Sacrificed.



Sounds Reviewed #3/2011

Lungwash  - By Myself to Myself sacrificed

(self-released tape 2011)

(10/10 Admiration-Points)


I.

"Mark Time’s Finist Joke. Putting Allspace in a Nutshall“ wrote James Joyce in his famous book “Finnegans Wake” . If you are willing to follow this thought, it could be easily extended to a definition of the faculty of imagination. The faculty of imagination should be defined as the gift to interpolate in the infinitely small. The poetological advice given by Virginia Woolf to "saturate every atom" seems to be absolutely crucial here. In one of her notebooks she wrote: "Let us record the atoms as they fall upon the mind in the order in which they fell, let us trace the patterns, however disconnected and incoherent in appearance, which each sight or incident scores upon the consciousness. Let us not take it for granted that life exists more fully in what is commonly thought big than in what is commonly thought small".

This excerpt can easily be used to describe Lungwash's musical procedure. Where the naivités of natural theology have the audacity and stupidity to seek God's presence in the infinitely big and the so called sublime, Lungwash searches for the sparks of infinity in sub-atomic regions deep beyond the reach of God's will. With his third release Lungwash blessses us with one of the most beautiful HNW-titles ever "By Myself to Myself Sacrificed", and with the most carefully and thoughtfully crafted and composed microsound-world of this still young musical genre. 

A lot of time was invested in this tiny and precious tape. A careful listener will be pleased with one of the best designed HNW-compositions this year. I would even risk the formulation,  that this tape contains one of the best HNW-compositions ever, because it allows a pars-pro-toto analysis. To say it simpler: this tape is at the same time absolutely unique and a paradigm how HNW should be structured and sound like.
But you should take your time with this tape, because it is constantly growing. It goes deeper and deeper after each listening session, but devotion, abandon and attentive ears are absolutely necessary to discover the immaterial substance of this music. This music reveals its secret in the dark with a really good HiFi-equipment and very good headphones to minimalize the distractions. In any case this music - like any good music should do - establishes its own space-time. The total time of this tape may be "only" 18 minutes, but in the end, this is nothing more than a technical approximation.

The real extension of these sounds only reveal themself to the devoted listener. They give the listeners a deep and concentrated impression of the paradox of temporal contraction and nearly infinite sensual expansion. So dear HNW-Listeners, go ahead, train your ears ! Get ready to envision the metaphysical in the physical and the immaterial in the material when you listen to Lungwash's unique HNW-brand. The admirably intricate and dense aesthetic of microsounds needs a really developped sensorium for micro-perceptions like Deleuze / Guattari formalized them in "Mille Plateaux".
Already the use of the tape format is well calculated. The A side of this tape is marked, but after repeated listening I got the impression, that this is only a random starting point for a huge transformative process, which the composer calls "sacrifice" . But who wants to decide where this composition begins or ends? Who wants to decide what a musical climax really is ? Is this tape dramatic or anti-dramatic ? Is it Hi-Fi or Lo-Fi? But who is willing to use these silly categories anyhow ?

Lungwash generates with a slightly differing total time of the two sides of the cassette (9:50 / 9:55) some kind of strange symmetry or a "crippled symmetry" to use the title of a famous composition by Morton Feldman. But maybe the choice of the tapeformat has also more practical reasons: it makes it easier to really introduce the cruel force of a general pause.  

With the choice of the tapeformat even the physical act of taking the cassette out of the player and turning it around in the hands and putting it back inside again, became an event. Pressing the start-button brings back the memories of the good old LP-days, when listening to music has had so many haptic and visual aspects. (Ah! The good old LP-melancholia is back !). 

II.

The poetic and thoughtful title "By Myself to Myself Sacrificed" opens your mind up to the deep existential dimensions of this composition. The title contains some kind of user's guide. It is giving the advice, that the listener should depersonalize or should at least reduce his more variegated personality to listen to this tape properly, in order to enter the psycho-active dimension of this work.

The greek word psyche has a multiple meaning. In the art-historical epoche called Empire the word psyche also names a standing man-high cheval-mirror, which was used mainly in the boudoir. If you are willing to bring the two meanings of psyche together in a highly speculative manner, it is quiet easy to suggest, that the tape itself provides a kind of cheval mirror for the soul of the listener. It helps the listener to enter the uncanny spiral of loss and re-appropriation of the self.  It is a strange and uncanny mirror-play, that seems to provide a closed circle of reflection, but this circle remains open and uncanny, because the tain of the mirror will never ever show up.

In order to make the idea of the mirror-play a little bit stronger here, I want to cite to passages from one of the greatest artists of our times Michelangelo Pistoletto. In his works he has often referred to mirrors or used images of mirrors and mirrors themselves. In a brilliant text entitled "Art takes on Religion" he wrote:

"The mirror is a symbol which is at the same time an antisymbol. It is simply the physical and intellectual extension of the human phenomenon: from the eye to the mind, to action, the human being is an entire series of reflections. In the mean time, possibilities of mirroring are not containable within a limited dimension; a mirror can potentially reflect every places and goes forward reflecting even where and when the human eye is absent."

"The mirror (...) within the realm of art, becomes the meeting point between the human mirroring and reflecting phenomenon and the universal reality which the mirror itself is able to reflect. That is, the mirror is the mediator between the visible and the invisible, carrying sight beyond its normal possibilities. "

" I think there is only one mirror, which is divided and therefore multiplied in every other mirror. Man’s dimension must be seen in terms of this power to embrace the universal and the particular at the same time. An original creative sensitivity gave birth to the divine images of antiquity, and this transfiguration stimulated, through imagination, a unifying perception and a common understanding. Individual freedom and responsibility, as symbolized by the mirror, don’t generate a still image of man or God, but a creative movement that can be extended to everyone. "  (Pistoletto 1978)

III.

Lungwash's music floats in a certain sense between immaterial and material things. The sounds vibrate in between, they are the vibrance of the In-Between. His sounds cut through space and time like the lightning cuts through the sky. These sounds open up your ears to the usually hidden non-spot between heaven and earth, where nothingness appears as nothingness. Maybe this site is closely related to sound, because only sounds have this deep relation to the non-visual and the secret, because the secret of soundwaves can only be perceived, but never be revealed. During the listening of this tape I felt like wrapped in an unheard of immaterial fabric of white linen and stardust. Almost like a monk of a secret order dedicating his life only to the production and perception of minimal and static sounds.

In his brilliant book called "Inner Rhythms" DovBer Pinson wrote: "There are those who through proper meditation become sensitive to the sound of the spheres above. A sixteenth century Kabbalist wrote that he heard of a person in India who actually went deaf, from the sounds of the spheres above, from the sounds generated by the motion of the sun. Although these sounds are very subtle, in heightened states of consciousness, even the smallest, faintest sounds can ring like claps of thunder."  

Everything seems to be in total silence, but when you are willing to transform your sensorium, you can detect life and movement even on a subatomic level on this recording, where all particles interact and are being created and destroyed continously. Once these particles are created, they do not remain static, but continously move in rhytmic motion. Sounds are produced by a wave with a certain frequency; thus, with each movement, new sounds waves are created. In this sense, every particle on Lungwash's tape is constantly singing songs in its own unimitable frequency. Sounds are made by other objects; even abstract sounds and thoughts have a tune that they sing. Everything in this world, an object, an idea, or a moment, has his unique tune that is connected to and inspired by it.

But you will need a lot of asceticism to learn to perceive the power of minimal and static sounds. I surmise, that Lungwash affirms this ascetic orientation - albeit an asceticism that is expressed through and not by the rejection of the body. Since no one can listen without a resonating body. And no one can listen without recognizing that his/her body is vibrating and resonating. The ethereal aspect of the sounds are always manifest in the most mundane. And the brightest light can be found in the darkest pit. The sounds evoke a feeling of containment, but not utter withdrawal as into sleep. The image of looking from the inside of a cave seems to be a more appropriate description for the act of reception. 

Almost in levitation or light as a feather, the attentive and imaginative (!) listener could - for example - take the opportunity to listen to the echoes of the monks of an unknown order, walking barefoot down the endless corridors filled with age-old gravel. Until they reach the dramatic sonic architecture of self-reversal (processio and reversio) at the end of the side B of this tape, where they can learn to divest their corporeality, in order to reach the point, where the corporeal encasement can be transcended in and through minimal and static sounds.

This ecstatic experience is necessary to ensure the return of the soul to the world. The eradication of the corporeal comes to fruition in the apophatic realization, that there is no thing outside nothing. And that the finite world itself is consubstantial with the unsubstantiality of the infinite universe. In the oscillating light of the sounds the necessity of sacrifice occurs. When there is nothing but nothingness around us - the attentive listener could ask himself - how can there be anything substantial to take possession of ? 

It is time to unknot the usual co-implication of world, body and mind - to cast off body-mind. And to breathe free and unhindered maybe for the first time ever. I think, that this is the subversive meaning of  the name Lungwash: it is a vehicle for in-spiration, re-spiration or con-spiration.

IV.

Lungwash's sounds try to find a sonic approximation to the connection between asceticism, minimalism and sacrifice. And in this brings out an important aspect in HWN: the sacrificial aspect.The nullification of something into nothing, and nothing into something. During the listening to real HNW you can experience the inaugural egression of nothing into something and the future regression of something back to nothing.

The formula ex nihilo nihil fit can become forever ridiculuos. But in order to understand this and to become a novice of HNW, you must already be proficient in an aptitude, I would designate as a disciplined search for a state of equanimity, which is the prerequisite to experience the depth of nothingness. This discipline consists in the suppression of the impatience of the ego, in order to open up the psyche to the more immaterial dimensions of reality, towards experiences related to intensity, vibrancy or those dealing with fleeting or lasting impact.


Our growing dependence on things and consumption makes it nearly impossible to have an experience with absolute nothingness. This fact entails the necessity of a sacrifice, that is the withdrawal of libido, the severance of ties with the commodity world, in order to break through to the true essence of the world. This sacrifical trans-appropriation is the appropriation in which the subject penetrates itself in the utmost negativity and learns that there is nothing outside nothingness. The fascination for sacrifice resides in this desire for self-transfiguration. Self-transfiguration is always bound to an ecstasy directed to an absolute and uncontrollable Outside. All these aspects are deeply engraved in Lungwash's world of micro-sounds.


Lungwash's HNW-sound - and real HNW-sound in general - can be used as a vehicle to replace the limited and stultified mind and body with superior forms of the mind and body, whereby a new sense of selfhood develops: compassionate, wise and pure. The highest level of achievement comes about - as I said above -  by the act of self-negation or self-sacrifice. This negation of ego-centricity is above the understanding of the intellect, insofar as it leads to the transcending of the distinction between compliance and defiance, worthiness and culpability.


Consequently the realization of the emptiness of the self should not be seen as a way to obliterate the self. It just means the contrary: it is a means to unleash the innate capacity for pure motivation and expulsion. This can only be done, if the meditation is clear and steady. Only then the naught will be a creative void, which produces an even stronger activism afterwards. Go on to subdue your heart to still more silence, truth and seclusion. Be ready for ascending and descending (via passionis - via perfectionis) during your attentive listening. 

But is not the possibility of repeated sacrifice which Lungwash's tape provides for every listener - in the end nothing else but the sacrifice of sacrifice ? Or will there be ever an end to sacrifice ? You may auto-reverse the mirrors of your soul ad infinitum, but is this act of sacrifice really the end of all reversal and mirror-play ? Maybe the sacrifice will be transformed into something else in the stoic repetition of By Myself to Myself Sacrificed. To leave the final words to Al Cisneros:

 Premise of pained experiencer attained.
Now shifts before the salving sun.
Cherubim stands.
The pilgrim kneels.
In tears immerse.
Identity negated.
Reacher of the state of non return;
The stream attained in non-duality.
Ensues yogic benediction.
Grace of the luminary prevails.
Astral, causal realms relinquished.
Into unmodified state reclaimed.
 

(written by S.K.G. in May-June 2011)

Lungwash's composition "By Myself to Myself Sacrificed" is one of the most intricate, inventive, thoughtful and elevating HNW-releases this year. This tape should be a part of every serious HNW-collection.This tape really captures the essence of HNW and delivers one of its deepest interpretations. It clearly links its sonic appearance with the deepest tradition of musical minimalism. Consequently this adds up to 10/10 Admiration-Points. I hope, that Lungwash will release a lot more in the future, because I really can't wait to listen to more of this. Every serious HNW-fan should put this artist on his list of favorite projects.

Lungwash - By Myself to Myself Sacrificed.
(self-released tape 2011, C20, limited to 40 copies)
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Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Thoughts of the Day #19/2011: Epicurus

Epicurus (341-270 BCE)
Rom, Museo Baracco
(photo: Alinari)
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Λάθε βιώσας.
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Monday, June 6, 2011

Thoughts of the Day #16/2011: Elliot R. Wolfson (2)

Elliot R. Wolfson (*1956 -  ) 

Today, it is again time to present a long passage from a book by Elliot R. Wolfson. Last time (click here) I have already informed my dear readers, that he is one of my most admired scholars, who should be known and read around the globe. Often, when I want to refocus my thoughts, I pull out one of his books or essays by chance  out of my book shelf and start to read. Nearly instantly, my thoughts were absolutely revitalized.

Yesterday I have chosen his book "Open Secret" (Columbia UP 2009) again, which should be considered as one of the most important books about Habad and the secret ever written. Its lecture is even more rewarding than the lecture of  Derrida's often awkward reflections on the secret.

The passage that I would like to present today is taken from the "Introduction" entitled "Behind the Veil Unveiled" of the aforementioned book:

"Consider for example, the formulation of the sixth Rebbe: "It is impossible for there to be a disclosure of the intellect without the garment of thought, and thus, when the light of the intellect is disclosed, letters are produced, but above there can be a disclosure of light without any garment."

The phenomenological question that beckons to be asked, however, concerns the nature of what is disclosed in this disclosure of light without any garment. Can such disclosure be anything but occlusion?

I think it is closer to the spiritual marrow of Habad, as it were, to surmise that the seeing without a garment consists of coming to see that there is nothing ultimately to see but the garment that there can be a seeing without any garment. The very notion of removing all garments, in other words, is the ultimate garment, and, consequently, what is seen of the light without any garment is the very garment through which the light is (un)seen. The soteriological promise of a gnosis that consists of the disclosure of the essence (gilluy ha-asmuth) does not betoken the revelation of an entity subject to representational replication, but rather the event of unconcealment in which the manifest ceases to be hidden in its manifestation.

In the epochal metamorphosis of the eschaton, the concealment, as such, is unconcealed, the withdrawal itself withdrawn, and hence the nature of being will not be thought of as what abides as concealed in its unconcealment but as what transpires in the concealing of the concealment. [...]

As Epstein put it elsewhere, in the days of the week, which figuratively symbolize the fragmented time of history, "the divine light is intentionally hidden and concealed", so that there might be the semblance of an autonomous nature, but on the Sabbath, which symbolizes the atemporal time of redemption, one can comprehend the light in its essence, and the differentiated beings are revealed to be, in truth, aspects of the Infinite, which yields the paradox that "in relation to the Infinite, concealment is also disclosure, as disclosure is infinite".

To be exposed, the Infinite must be camouflaged, to be forthcoming, it must be withheld. Envisioning the essence in Habad tradition may be cast as apprehending the "absolute nonbeing of the event", which "results from an excess of the ultra-one", the oneness beyond the distinction of one and many.

The unicity consigned to the end is a visual attunement to the void of all being, the void of all things fully void, the breach of unity by which the unity of the breach (dis)appears in and through the cleft of consciousness. In this temporal crevice and spatial hiatus, the symbolic is imagined as real, the real as symbolic."


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Friday, May 27, 2011

(HNW #6/2011): The HNW-formula (1)

Dear Readers,

this is my first tentative draft to formalize the Art of HNW. This is my first HNW-formula. But more formulas will follow soon. In the nearer future I will give here a new definition for the acronym H.N.W.. I think, that the usual translation as "Harsh Noise Wall" is absolutely misguiding.



HNW =

(Minimal Music + Concept Art + Field Recording + Secrecy ) 
(Singular Approach to Sound and Time + Trance-Ability)







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Friday, May 13, 2011

Sounds Reviewed #2/2011: Vargrwulf - Release


Sounds Reviewed #2/2011
VARGRWULF - Release
(Sweet Solitude 2011, Infinity Project 1)
(10/10 Admiration-Points)


Minimalism in Art is the attempt to achieve the most intense artistical results with the most minimal artistical means. Joseph Gates' work on the important UK based label Sweet Solitude should be seen in this tradition, since "Release" presents the most minimal and at the same time most beautiful music you can imagine. John Cage would have loved it, because the sounds are nearly inexistant. They constantly oscillate between Being and Nothingness. This constant oscillation makes "Release" to a really great work of cosmic noise, since our cosmos is also always incipient and never ever ending.  Something or maybe nothing of this cosmic oscillation between Nothingness and Being seems to be preserved on "Release".

On "Release" there is almost nothing to listen to. But this almost nothing is so intense, bright and pure, that I got the impression, that the whole spectrum of light was refracted through the prism of sound. The splendor of the sun also becomes only visible through the fact, that it is refracted by the layers of the atmosphere of our planet Earth. The internal flickering of the sounds dissolves over 75 Minutes into a vibrant haze, which produces a hypnotic luminosity and an almost tactile immediacy. The sounds seem almost like painted with the subtlest shades of desert sand or ice and snow.  Joseph Gates seems to be the Robert Ryman of sound when he makes all shades of white audible for us.

Ecstatic tranquility would be the most appropriate name for the state, in which the mind of the listener dives in. This music is a Dive-Through and not a Drive-Through. This music provides a stairway to your inner and outer galaxies. Its inward aesthetic opens your senses up to the cerebral pleasures of proportion, of light, of touch, of colour, of sound, of light and of silence. The radiance of the sounds releases the spirit, but the spirit always remembers the body. It almost feels like lying on a very sunny location on the beach, watching with half open eyes into the blue nothingness called sky, only slightly blinded by the sunlight. And in the end, everything will dissolve itself into a mirage and a deep slumber. Sounds will appear and disappear like cloud formations on the deep blue canvas of your innermost sensorium.

Hardness and softness, stasis and movement are in a constant but always surprising tension. An inattentive listeners would integrate the sounds into one wall, but you have to listen to this record more than once, to perceive what is going on here. Where the classical monolithic HNW-Sound tries to eliminate the time-axis of a composition by shockfrosting time to an eternal now or by stretching time almost like a balloon to produce some kind of time-bubble (or a nunc stans - if you like latin terms), Gates delivers a strange stasis in horizontal motion. He is extending the time-axis or to use another picture: he stretches a time-atom until it explodes or bursts into pieces to produce a HNW-wall fractured by light. So you can prepare yourself to listen to the most lucid, translucent and transparent HNW-sounds ever.

If you are willing to let yourself fall into a dreamlike mindstate you will be rewarded with evocation of the flickering beauty of a landscape. All of a sudden a landscape seems to appear before the eyes of your imagination.This must be the grandeur of an american landscape: from a promontory to a rock to a grain of sand. You can almost feel the inscription of a sonic microclimate of a landscape with the most elementary sound like: water, wind, fire. Or to say it simpler: you can listen to inhuman sounds, sounds that were produced by our cosmic machine called Earth. It's like the modulation of wind and the sound of the land full of the same wind that is blowing in the same bare place. One should speak of an almost geological stratification of sound. Robert Smithson wrote somewhere about the co-implication of earth, mind and thinking: "one's mind and the earth are in constant state of erosion, mental rivers wear away abstract banks, brain waves undermine cliffs of thought, ideas decompose into stones of unknowing, and conceptual crystallizations break apart tiny deposits of gritty reason"

When you take off your headphones after 75 minutes of pure nothingness, it seems as if all of your senses have become a lot more attentive to the sounds, which are around you all of the time. You will be surprised by the richness of these sounds. You will maybe try to listen to the "music" of your daily surroundings more closely. The sounds of cars, trains, birds, bees, dogs, cats, trees, the wind, the rain, the ringing telephone, the noise of a building site and maybe church bells will probably mix up to a very unique HNW-composition. What more can and should music achieve than sharpening our senses to listen to the human and inhuman sounds of our cosmic machine called EARTH ? 

To say it with a poem by Allan Afterman called "The Desire for White":

The shell
is form -
is the dome
the skull
is the density of nothingness, 
its intensity
is this thought 
a wind hiding silence. 

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

Since this is one of the most unique releases in HNW this year, I can only give the highest possible recommendation for Vargrwulf's "Release". I hope, that Joseph Gates will "release" a very large Multi-CD or Multi-Tape-collection full of these wonderful minimal sounds really soon. After 75 beautiful minutes and repeated listening I will need a lot more of it.

(10/10 Admiration-Points)

Vargrwulf - Release
(Sweet Solitude 2011, Infinity Series 1)
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Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Artwork of the day #7/2011: Shin Takamatsu (1)

Shin Takamatsu (*1948 - )




Shin Takamatsu, Moon Tower Project




Shin Takamatsu, Moon Tower Project




Shin Takamatsu, Moon Tower Project




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P.S. Dear copyright owner of the picture, please contact me, if you don't want to see your picture above in this context! Your picture will of course be instantly removed! Thank you. S.K.G. The pictures are taken from the book "Shin Takamatsu. Architecture and Nothingness" L'ARCAEDIZIONE 1991.

Monday, May 2, 2011

Thoughts of the day #10/2011: Elliot R. Wolfson (1)


Elliot R. Wolfson (*1956 -  ) 

Today's thoughts of the day come from one of the greatest scholars of our times: Elliot R. Wolfson. He is one of the leading scholars in the field of kabbalah, mysticism and the pheno- menology of mystical experience. He is professor at the New York University. He has written several admirably deep and thoughtful books and essays in this field, but he is also a philosopher, a painter and a poet. His publications have won several prestigious awards for Excellence in Scholarship. Today I have chosen a few lines from the postface of his impressive last book called "Open secret" (Columbia UP 2009). Here Wolfson writes about the paradoxical figure of the Messiah, who is always to come but never ever arrives:


"The pledge about the messianic future is, invariably, a put on, the putting off of what is forthcoming. At the most extreme, one might be tempted to think of the eschatological drama as a cover-up, a dogmatic cloak in which to envelop the truth that there is no Messiah for whom we must wait, the cloak that lays bare the final divestiture of the cloak, the pretense of describing the end as the full disclosure of the essence without any garment, a seeing of the divine light as it is manifest in the garb of the material world, which (dis)appears, finally to reveal its concealment. The concluding exposé at the fringe of time is the hierophany of this occlusion."


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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 Dead" click 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 ineffective,  the living and the dead, light and dark,  hot and cold, energy and matter, time and space,   good and evil, the beautiful and the ugly,  the 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.