après moi le déluge
et le déluge tombe
dans le sink
Saturday 8th Nov, 5pm :: Tumbleweed Music
sink play Shakespeare & Co., 37 Rue de la Bûcherie, 5e
later on Saturday 8th Nov, 7.30pm :: Sink the Jazzbar w/Kate Stables
sink and Kate play Le Petit Joseph Dijon, 3 Rue Joseph Dijon, 18e
Sunday 9th Nov, 5pm :: Concert Secret de Sink et Kate Stables
avec le short film Moko and Loupe accompagner d’un soundtrack live
208 Rue St. Maur, 10e
sink is the acoustic übertrio of Tim Vincent-Smith, Daniil Dumnov & Leon Wright
This afternoon on the corner of Bermondsey Street I saw three Italian girls, all looking at maps on their phones. Each was turning her phone to orientate the map better to the street, but at the same time, the phone was turning the screen in the opposite direction in response to gravity. And so as they stood there, all three cartwheeled their phones round and round. The October sun was shining brightly.
One of D. T. Suzuki’s books ends with the text of a Japanese monk describing his attainment of enlightenment. The final poem reads, ‘Now that I’m enlightened, I’m just as miserable as ever.’
(D. T. Suzuki quoted from John Cage’s endnote on 45’ for a Speaker)
selfie of Sink and the Spurn Bight Sound Mirror by Kate Stables
When you think of a Brimstone missile in flight do you imagine yourself watching from its point of departure, in the sky, or on the ground with the missile coming towards you?
Before radar Continue reading
Today is California’s primary election for 2014, including on its ballot a surreal motley of aspirational elects and quaint jesters. You’ll find the indispensable republican businessmen competing for Governor against such hopefuls as a poet, a golf course operator, a ‘psychologist/farmer,’ and a security guard.
The following quotes have been copied verbatim from the list of priorities submitted to elections officials by the candidates: Continue reading
© Alisa Resnik
Books have always been comfortable camouflage for me. A novel in your pocket is a superpower; pull it out and you’re transformed from awkward misfit to contented savant. The same goes for a notebook and pen and don’t get me started on the glorious refuge of a host’s bookshelf while waiting for the third glass of wine to kick in at a party.
I’d always thought this façade was unique to book people, or perhaps artists too, who could shield themselves in their sketch pads. But then I met my friend Alisa Resnik. She started carrying a camera not so much out of a love for photography (although that was there, profoundly) but because it was so deeply agonizing for her to interact with humanity. The camera calmed her social neuroses and was a way to connect. “I would never describe myself as a photographer,” she wrote to me. “I just see the camera as an instrument that lets me communicate with people.”
Mike Dineen in Earth
Mike Dineen passed away last Thursday. In productions I was involved in, Mike played the judge in Earth in Paris and Amsterdam, and 3 in the Châteaudun performance of Part 2 of Three Parts — the first public performance of a piece I’d written.
Mike you were sharp and funny and with a touch for the beautiful. You understood how to move people. Thank you for having moved me, and been a part of my life.
At the top of the frontispiece of Bach’s infamous series of pieces for keyboard in all 24 keys, C major through B minor, revolutionary in its day and widely credited as being the beginning of Equal Temperament — a system of tuning which allows one to play pieces in remote accidental rich keys without sounding rubbish and thus the foundation of the Western Classical Tradition — Das Wohltemperirte Clavier or Well Tempered Clavier, there is a large and apparently uncharacteristically whimsical squiggle:
There is also quite a hefty squiggle at the bottom but it is to the squiggle at the top that I wish to draw the attention of the reader. Continue reading
Reading over China-related notes (poking at As Big As The Sky), some interesting connections suggested themselves among the papers paving my study floor.
1. In Ming dynasty China, a bill proclaiming legally stipulated punishments:
- 80 blows for striking another so as to cause internal bleeding
- 80 blows for throwing dung at the head of another
- 100 blows for stuffing dung into the nose or mouth of another
2. Under the leadership of Mao Zedong, during the Cultural Revolution:
In schools and some workplaces people were required to eat yì kŭ fàn 億苦飯 (recalling bitterness meal), made of tree leaves or chaffs mixed with horse dung or dirt, as part of the ritualistic practice of remembering the past. Not surprising, the meal had a terrible taste Continue reading
Quinn Comendant, immersing himself in another project.
Keen readers of the Running Eye Blog might have noticed the occasional contribution from Quinn Comendant, the wandering coder from Chico who has taken part in exceptional projects in … well, in just about everywhere. Beijing, Paris, Berlin, Greece, Turkey, London, California, etc. etc. etc..
Recent years have seen him embark on a wide-ranging spiritual quest that involves a strain of Buddhism, a thirst for meditation, and a perplexing guru. Even though Quinn is mostly preoccupied by these ephemeral pursuits, happily he still has time for the occasional cultural lark (see his above-pictured starring role as the mutant mime Loupe) or an applause-worthy political engagement.
Falling into the latter category is his recent involvement in a hack-a-thon in Mexico meant to develop technology that solves issues of migration in Latin America. The life of a migrant is particularly horrible; as Quinn notes, “things are fucked up here: the government has acknowledged more than 27,000 people are disappeared, 60% of women on some routes are raped.”
In ancient Roman households Continue reading