for Voice and Live Electronics

7'22"

 

Stephanie Pan: Voice
Stelios Manousakis: Live Electronics

Recorded live in De Flat Studios, 28/01/2007

Two Poems by E. E. Cummings @ DasArts.jpg

 

                        NOISE
 
thugs of clumsy mutter shove upward leaving fat
    feet-prints,rumbles poke buzzing thumbs
    in eye of world
 
stovelike emotion rapidly scrambles toots and
    scurry nibbling screams and sleek
    whistles which sprint ribbons of
    white shriek!   Clatters limp,
 
from svelt blubbering tubes Big dins fuzzily
    lumber rub-bing their eyes
 
thin very chimney lips wallow gushing cubes
    of unhasty delirium,chunks of
    indolence waddle slowly.
 
bangs punch.
 
explosion after
 
explosion:    from black lips sail chrome
    cries extra extra whatisit no?   Yes!    
    no!   yea:   extra wheel!    oh hear it
    what no-yes (extra! extra) who, said
    Yea?   what!   yea!   yes.
 
PEACE Joy’s right boot squashes disciplined
    fragilities by slobber of,patient
    timidities undermined skyscrapers,
    Krash;it (explodes in a) plastic Meeow
    —with uncouth snarl of sculptural
    fur through which Claws
neatly
 
leaps Wall Street wriggles choked with gesturing
            human swill squirms gagged with
    a sprouting filth of faces extra!
    PEACE millions like crabs about a
 
prosperous penis of bigness the woolworth
    building,slowly waving
 
factories-stores-houses-burstcrack—people!
    through,doorswindows,Tears a
    vomit of supernatural buttons
 
PEACE
 
biffing sky battles huge city which escapes
    niftily through slit-of-sunset
            Broadway.
    dumb signs ripe
 
pustules of unhealth.   squEEzed:spatter
    pop-p-ings of mad
 
colour reveal,
 
canyons of superb nonsense.   Vistas of
    neatness bunged with a wagging
    humanity poised;In the bathing,
 
instant    a reek-of electric daintiness PEACE
 
all night from timetotime the city’s accurate
    face peeks from smothering blanket
    of occult pandemonium
 
PEACE all night!   into dawn-dingy dimness:
    of almost
 
streets; capers a trickle of mucus
    shapes equals girls men.

 

poem by E. E. Cummings

 

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