broken
--for two pianists and two percussionists
--first performance: yarn|wire, New York, April 16, 2016
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« That’s how it came about, but more disturbingly, more electrically, more fantastically. I will never know how to talk about it. It seethed, it froze. Furious, impetuous, tense, immobile, explosive, before me, for me, through me. The disturbance was great. The void was immense. There was intensity, there was paroxysm, there was dislocation, there were many minuscule sabotages, there was disorganization. However, there was always a very strained organization in the background, ready to burst. In the meantime, incredibly present. In its element, a formidable demonstration of the prodigious life of the mental state that could not stop. And yet it stopped. In the most abstract way, all of a sudden, sometimes an element, rarely the most important one, hung in abseil of a memory-situation or several pictures in a row as though ricocheting, suddenly talking indecipherable non-sequiturs, striking and empty, nonsense that astounds and usurps. Displaced. Diverted. A mirror broken a thousand times, frightened, listening. Not wanting to be lost. Never quite submerged. Shot in the head. Silent fire of photons. I know now. I know. The line that perverts, that drags you along. I know. pf pf pf pf pf. Thought stoppers, particles of momentum. » – fragments adapted from Henri Michaux’s Paix dans les brisements and Vigies sur Cibles.
