flute, clarinet, violin, cello and celesta
After rhythm is abolished, movement is created out of polyphonic gravitation, like that of the stars in the sky or the profiles of mountains on the horizon. In the desert, the physiognomic traits appear as outlines—pulsating islands of sound sketch seas of silence. Within this silence we find the sounds of our body, we recognise them as our primeval own and hear the smallest tensions of intervals like will-‘o-the-wisps, which—devoid of all drama—light up as gestures in the dark. Our mind is generous enough to accept this wretchedly fragile music. Music is no longer made to put market places to sleep but to awaken realisation at the moment when the market falls silent in us.
Salvatore Sciarrino [ii-07]
Wednesday, March 7, 2007