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60477 bar bard
Dec 28, 202400:00:02Tap to summarize60477 bar bard. Our guide takes us to a bar in the evening; already from the street it sounds like a good time. We go in, I take the only unoccupied chair, which is at the back of the room. Smiling people are all around listening to a local minstrel bowing a one-string instrument and happily singing. We listen as the clever worder strums his instrument and improvises bons mots, causing much mirth, (I am later told) on a wide variety of topics, such as local gossip, as well as more serious subjects like politics. He makes the rounds, collecting the encouragement of small banknotes. He comes around to me and sings several pointed strophes, but I do not understand his tongue. What am I to do? I smile and clap along with the rest. I am later told that he sang this to me: ‘I would be happy if the foreigner gave me a dollar.’
Transcribe →60584 the poison cup
Dec 28, 202400:13:43Tap to summarize60584 the poison cup. „It seems not that I was dreaming of something, but rather that I was dreaming of remembering something that had happened previously in the dream, and in the dream time, rather than in waking life. And so, I thought, each dream brings along with it its own complete world.“ Darosvali Rorosuret
Transcribe →60593 tashkent bazaar
Dec 28, 202400:00:09Tap to summarize60593 tashkent bazaar. In the twenty years since my first visit to Tashkent, the city has succeeded in becoming a car-choked busy modern hub. But the slower tradition of the central bazaar as a general-goods shopping place is still a living presence the the post-soviet sphere. And so we occupy our morning by looking around the Eski Juva Bozori, and, as you will hear in the recording, buying some tea.
Transcribe →60638 reversal (crows)
Dec 28, 202400:00:04Tap to summarize60638 reversal (crows). Find any city that has winter and, just at that part of year when the analēmma rounds its lower arc, wait until the sun begins to go down; thence hie you to the outskirts of the settled quarters to seek a more vacant, derelict area, and there find a lonely cluster of trees. You will bear witness to the restive sounds of assembling crows, gathering thither to discuss the matters of the day.
Transcribe →60646 procession
Dec 28, 202400:10:38Tap to summarize60646 procession. On a late summer morning, we leave the heat of the Chéngdū streets behind, and wander into the cool garden of the Wénshū Yuàn Temple and Monastery, one of the most important Zen Buddhist centers in China. We observe as a procession of chanting adherents passes through.
Transcribe →60511 mortal coil
Dec 28, 202400:07:18Tap to summarize60511 mortal coil. In which we devise a circumstance wherein the tortional energy stored in a long rusty helical doorspring (inter alia) becomes a physical, as well as aural, metaphor for the tumult and turmoil referred to in the erstwhile, more classical, sense of the word ‘coil.’
Transcribe →60484 highway
Dec 28, 202400:21:55Tap to summarize60484 highway. A highway is but a single thread in the open fabric of the landscape; its path and form constrained by the contours of the earth. The present work is a composed drone that has been cast and worked from material that was selectively mined from recordings of highways and other forms of travel. It withholds any impression of where and when, emphasizing the featurelessness of the source material as a way of probing its power and uncovering its mesmeric potential.
Transcribe →60366 it is almost what it seems to be
Dec 28, 202400:09:47Tap to summarize60366 it is almost what it seems to be. I do not wish to go out on a limb and tell you what I think this means. In the first place, I do not really know. I feel myself merely the conduit, the source is somewhere beyond me, untraceable. Secondly, such explanations are superfluous, and anyway, prone to frequent and futile revisions. Why speak? Why, indeed.
Transcribe →60615 tell it to the water
Dec 28, 202400:04:15Tap to summarize60615 tell it to the water. “Water has listened to many dreams. It is a custom in [our] culture: If you have a bad dream, you tell it to the water so that the current takes it away and the nightmare doesn't come true. I imagine how my dream flows into the river and is taken somewhere far away. And then the dream will return again as rain, showering down in front of my house. Or in winter, it will fall as snow and cover the yard and the stairs.”
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