| Places for Listening an acoustical diary (fragments) by kaye mortley production DLR, 2004 mix: stephen erickson Here: the listeners sound reports from Barmaz read in their native language and mixed together The Plateau of Barmaz a mountain pasture land altitude:1,500 meters population : between may and october, a few farmers and holiday makers; for the rest of the year, no one : thursday, 2.30 pm |
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| silence | ||||||||||||
| Silence over the plateau ringed around by mountains open to the sky |
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| silence sometimes total silence |
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| And now I am walking climbing up to the silence up to the music |
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| sometimes a pianissimo: |
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| I can almost hear… I follow the stream. Listen: it runs fast / slow soft / hard shallow / deep dark / light blue / green amber/brown transparent |
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| tiny drops of sound |
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| I would hear all its colours all its shades. And the silence around them. |
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| drops of silence |
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| 43'12" stream delicate, flowing fast on the right on the left, more detail (as it flows over pebbles, branches, mud, sand, , lichen…) 45'02 water harder, "thicker" 49'00" a dragon fly brushes the microphone 51'10" water falling from a rock ledge into the bed of the stream) 52'13 On the right, drops 53'39 fast flowing left, centre, right 55'49 the listener moves the microphone: a rush of water (far off) a hush of wind in the pine trees |
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| The Plateau of Barmaz friday, 11am |
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| A place of silence. Sound is minute … |
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| a camellia drops onto the mat |
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| dot spot line thread |
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| Here sounds are few … |
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| (the ear cannot hear most) | ||||||||||||
| and the same. | ||||||||||||
| stream bird insect everywhere ....................... bells |
insect stream bird everywhere ....................... bells |
bird stream insect everywhere ....................... bells |
stream insect bird everywhere |
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| one camellia falls then another … ah the camellias! |
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| Here sound treads lightly on silence- |
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| barely grazing the surface as it goes. Silence ancient deep mineral Silence of stone PAGE 4 PAGE 3 |
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