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LA | NY A Special Edition of The East Village
Without a rent, without a seam, this work. Its thread fields cop to gray -- a gleam. With sudden sparks on the violin and one dull gong. His brittle insistence on color honing our fine breath. Dream, rim, tin; attenuated. A string of subtle shifts. A particular succession. In this the sound must out: these tones. To create as many connections as possible. To swift line, taut form, fleeting. The echo arch, the thought the melisma made. It's always all over before it starts. * ...and in particular: it's always on to the many as before. Our fine breath honing color, a thread without a seam, this work shifts brittle tin, its rim attenuated a string of sparks these tones create, it starts the arch insistence made to gleam gray, gong-dull, the one dream subtle, a sudden succession the violin fields with sound all over, as possible connections echo on to line the swift melisma -- without this out, a rent must cop his taut thought-form, fleeting.