Below are the translations I received from you yesterday. The first set are your individual pieces, listed by row (instrument set). The second is a combined piece written by use of a statistical program. Using the frequency and approximate length (in seconds) of the different rows (1-4), the work came out the way it did below. This is, of course, only a rough (very small set of inputs) translation of the “flow” of the piece once converted back into text cues. Notice, though, that there are (I think) 14 different “movements” or “sections” in the Zorn piece, hence 14 movements or sections in ours. Good work everyone. Note, too, that WordPress can only do so much visually, so we’re lacking in some tools that might make the translation more interesting, e.g., more textual polyphony, etc. If you would like to add your piece, type it up and send to my email!
Best,
David
First Row: Drums, Piano (all percussion besides rhythmic voices)
Grass pulses with spinning flames. A Desperado’s sin string. Big gun down and Buerara’s ghost is more than Ms. Monroe eat your fucking heart out Andy Warhol Campbell’s: Fur all eyes winter coast diminishing, claims Spanglish. Dizzying snares. Aural or oral, their waves under pressure.
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Emptiness before emptiness
surrounded on either end by void.
Unknown life line begin, life line end, unknown.
Now just your eyes open
slowly with the inhalation of lungs.
Something is clear to you now
until the race,
running now
from sovereign emptiness, anxiety
embryonic meditations.
Optic access and tastes of motherly nectar
alive, on fire
golden in the center of the sun
center stars of solar system
your soft curly hair will blonde soon
under the rays of present understanding
open eyes and
infant nursing.
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2nd Row: Voices, Rhythmic
Voices, nails. How can I write about non-musical sounds? Wild west with some sort of synth. Huff, huff, breath. Footsteps. Chaos. Ethnomusicology. Drum roll please. Translate these from a foreign tongue. Do not interpret, whatever that means. What would inspire Fun Galore? Think street party. Think dancing. Think cattle drive. The letter w. Hoo-hah.
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crackle cack cack le please
omeone stunted breaking, oh
Climpsing, eager snore sleeping
a fear collapsing into fear I – I – I
They were talking amongst the the
street into shop into
a went into a mud you and laughing he
oh I oh I
running downstairs out out the door
I know I follow hrah no!
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One foot in front of the other. Keep up the pace, there is still a ways to go. If you keep your eyes open you can see safety in the distance. One foot in front of the other. If you keep your eyes closed you can at least pretend to hide from the footsteps trailing behind you. If you can’t see them they can’t see you. One foot in front of the other. This is what frantic means.
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A gulp, a slight choke and the impeached speech in laughter, their teeth, beneath a coarse wooden table, although, the comedy adjoining ruptures any sense of shock, still there is breathing, they know, afraid to know, the ceiling is dripping, no knowing, by an agreement, we can sift through a mess of indistinguishable, there are too many, there is a sweating of noise, their perverse inklings, they carry us away, give a movement, and there we are fast and tearing across the white glaring teeth.
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Away away, out and above you can save me if you can hear me, but if you don’t try I’ll die. I’ll die anyway. Yes. I’m here, here above. Run and try as hard as you can to shoot that man. Breathlessly. Breathingly. Not of you or me, but we make our way in the dirt hear me hear me, we make our way in spite of you in the dirt and happily. Arrival and celebration. Go, go for me, win for me, and I am trying to scare you.
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3rd Row: Brass, Wind
space through epiphany
split horses speech nexus
apowing to pull in
the sea is healing
sway as your walk
Jack Nickleson in the lack delete
running do catch
can you feign the moments
before it happens
Screams, quarreling in horror at the sign of some unknown
Machinery breaking
Unveiling pushing rising moral
More screams and horns, bellowing swells
Of matter ocean
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Brass – a young child is listening to
what is said during the destruction
of his village
the woman tries to use her sexuality
to convince the prison guard to
release her son
the woman has successfully convinced the
guard and they ride off into the sunset
they have been discovered
to no avail the prison guard turns into
the hero and he defeats and they all escape
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4th Row: Strings, Melodic Voice
Serial killer not-quite there
Despair heartbrake redemption
Building and building… alien communication
Futuristic sonar ripples whistling
Shooting starts outerspace alone…
Sassy, scared, alone 0 cliffdiving
Plying H
Happy more building, train going faster
And faster… Faster still… still going
Faster… fasterstill… stillgoing
Faster… and stop him
Ghost
And Japanese faster and faster happy
Stop
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Chillos
Chillos, chillando
Nos vemos.
On the other side
is vicious
Vicious
Instruments
At which point
Intersections
No longer cross
Entre sections
De gritos
Gritos y
Chillos
Que mararon innocenia
And blur
Blur the lives
De un lado yelotro
Cuando nos encontremos
Juntos
De un lado &
The other
Merging together
In discord
Agreeing
Q’las lineas
& Boarders
No longer se ven.
Combined Version:
1
Dizzying snares dizzying snares before emptiness surrounded on either end by void.
Unknown life line now your eyes open lungs lungs.
Something is clear to you now until the race lungs and optic access and tastes of motherly nectar alive, on fire golden in the center your soft curly hair.
1, 2, 3
Something dizzying snares the present understanding open eyes and infant nursing. A Desperado’s sin string. Big gun down and Buerara’s ghost is more than Ms.
Monroe.
The letter w.
Hoo-hah.
Eat your unknown heart Andy Warhol unknown: Fur all eyes winter coast diminishing, claims Spanglish. Dizzying snares.
Unveiling pushing rising moral More screams and horns, bellowing swells Of matter ocean. Brass – a young child is listening to what is said during the destruction of his village. the woman tries to use her sexuality to convince the prison guard turns into the hero and he defeats and they ride off into the sunset. they have been discovered. to no avail the prison guard turns into the hero and he defeats and they all escape. to no avail the prison guard to release her son. the woman tries to use her sexuality to convince the prison guard to release her son. the woman has successfully convinced the guard and they ride off into the hero and he defeats and they ride off into the hero and he defeats and they all escape. before it happens. Screams, quarreling in horror at the sign of some unknown. Machinery breaking. Unveiling pushing rising moral More screams and horns, bellowing swells Of matter ocean.
The letter w.
Hoo-hah.
Crackle cack
Something is clear to you now until the race l
4
Chillos Chillos, chillando Nos vemos. Serial instrument.
On the other side is vicious Vicious killer Instruments At which point Intersections No longer seven.
Chillos Chillos, chillando Nos vemos.
On the other side is vicious Vicious space Instruments At which point Intersections No longer seven.
Chillos Chillos, chillando Nos vemos. Stop.
2, 4
I – I – I – I On the other side is vicious
They were talking amongst the On the other side is vicious
They were talking amongst the On the other side is vicious
Street.
Shop.
1
Eat your unknown heart Andy Warhol unknown: Fur all eyes winter coast diminishing, claims Spanglish. Dizzying snares.
1, 3
the present understanding
the present understanding
ghost is more than
machine breaking
the woman tries to use her More screams and horns, bellowing swells Of matter ocean. Screams, quarreling in horror at the sign of some unknown. Machinery breaking. Unveiling understanding more than present pushing rising moral More screams and horns, bellowing swells Of matter ocean.
the present ghost. The more than
1
Optic access and tastes of motherly
nectar alive, on fire. golden in the center of the sun center stars of solar system your soft curly hair will blonde soon under the r
ays of present und
erstanding open eyes and infant nursing. golden in the center of the sun center stars of solar s
ystem your soft cu rly hair will blonde sounder the rays of present understanding open eyes and infant nursing. A Desperado’ s sin string. Big gun down and Bu
erara’s ghost is more than Ms Dizzying snares. Unknown life line begin, life line end, unknown.
2
If you keep your eyes open you can at least pretend to hide downstairs behind you.
If you keep your eyes you can at least pretend you trailing behind you.
If you keep your eyes closed you can at least
If you can’t see you.
Entresections De gritos Gritos y Chillos Que macron innocenia A blur Blur the lives De un lado yelotro Cuando no est encontremos Duntos De un lado & The other Merging together.
Brass – a young child is listening to what is said during the destruction of his village.
the woman tries to use her sexuality to convince the prison guard to release her son.
the woman tries to use her sexuality to convince the prison guard
3, 4
Entre
sections De gritos
Gritos
y Chillos Que macron innocenia A blur
Blur the lives De un lado yelotro Cuando no est encontremos Duntos De un lado & Screams, quarreling in horror at the sign.
Machinery breaking.
Unveiling pushing rising moral.
More screams and horns, bellowing swells.
Ocean.
Matter.
The other Merging together.
Brass – a young child is listening to what is said during t
he destruction of his village.
the woman tries to u
se her sexuality to con vince the prison guar
d to release her son.
the woman tries to use her sexuality to convince Screams, quarreling in horror at the sign.
Machinery breaking.
Unveiling pushing rising moral.
More screams and horns, bellowing swells.
Ocean.
Matter.
the priso
n guard
1, 2
Something snares dizzying string
I – I – I – I
If you keep your eyes closed you can at least
If you can’t see you.
Eat your unknown
I keep I you I can’t see
Sin string the present more than
Something snares dizzying string
I – I – I – I
If you keep your eyes closed you can at least
If you can’t see you.
Eat your unknown
I keep I you I can’t see
Sin string the present more than
4
On the other side de gritos Gritos y Chillos Que macron
innocenia A blur Blur the lives De un lado
yelotro Cuando no est encontremos Duntos De un
lado & The other Merging together In discord Agree
ing. On the other side is vicious Viciou
s Instruments At which point Intersections No longer cross Entresections De gritos Gritos y Chillos Que macron innocenia A blur Blur the l
ives De un lado & The other Merging together.
Brass – a young child.
A young child on the
Other
Blur
The lives
Listening to the
Lives the guard the
Lives the
1, 2, 3, 4
On the other side is vicious Vicious space Instruments At which point Intersections No longer seven.
Chillos Chillos, chillando Nos vemos.
On the other side
de gritos Gritos y Chillos Que macron innocenia A blur Blur the lives De un lado & The other Merging together.
Brass – a young child on the Other Blur The lives Listening to the Lives the guard and they ride off into the hero and he defeats and they all escape. Before it happens
Screams, quarreling in horror at the sign of some unknown Machinery breaking Unveiling pushing rising moral. More screams and horns, bellowing swells.
Ocean. I I I
Matter. They wre talking
the priso n guard 1, 2 Something snares dizzying string I – I – I If you keep your eyes open lungs lungs.
Something is clear to you now until the race lungs and optic access and tastes of motherly nectar alive, on fire golden in the dirt and happily.
They were talking
1
Something dizzying snares the present understanding open eyes and infant nursing. A Desperado’s sin string.
1, 2, 3, 4
More swells.
Ocean. the priso n guard 1, 2 Something snares dizzying string I – I If you keep your eyes open lungs lungs.
Something is clear to you
now until the race lungs and optic access and tastes of motherly nectar
alive, on fire golden in the dirt and happily. Ocean. If you can’t see you
Matter. The letter
the priso n guard
Something snares dizzying string I – I – I If you keep your eyes open lungs lungs.
Something is clear to you now until the race
lungs and optic access and tastes of motherly nectar The letter
alive, on fire golden in the dirt and happily.
Chillos
Chillos, chillando Nos vemos. If you keep your eyes
On the other side is vicious Vicious space Instruments At which point Intersections No longer seven.
Chillos Chillos, chillando Nos vemos. Hoo-
Hah.