ceased being (002)

I recently found out that Henri Chopin, the French I think man who manipulated sound particularly voices since long ago before your time died around the 3rd of January. Mio and I had seen him in real life in glasgow, perhaps it was 2005 or 6, he was performing at a little musical festival. He was in the bar in a wheelchair with a glass of red wine, and he looked like artaud in his old age, although Henri Chopin was almost twice the age Artaud would ever reach. A woman attended to him. It was that sort of festival where the performers would not be separated from the audience but are always left alone because the audience knows who they are. It requires the audience to get drunk enough to try an approach and there usually isn't enough time. Perhaps if we all lived together using the same kitchen for that week leading up to the performance. In lieu of this the performers perhaps group together, but some remain isolated and it can be sad to see but there's nothing to be done about it.

And then we sat on the front row when it came to his performance, he was on stage in his wheelchair with old tape recording devices, and a microphone. He spoke into the microphone, then he played the tape, which already had things on, and he began orchestrating among himself and the tape and what was on the tape, a very moving portrayal of human speech, and, what it came down to, breathing. Spool! like in that Beckett play, no?

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