Inferno

 

Inferno.mp3 

When should I rest? When should I work? Should I work just enough to appreciate both work and rest? Define rest.

“Here, to the right, the bar of artists and writers, scene of so many intellectual and sensual orgies”.¹

I compose. Play the piano. Read. Think. Write. Work. Rest. Love. Dream. I sleep. And the rest? How much do I sleep?

“Puzzled, I am unable to utter a single word. If I deliberately cause some harm, how much wouldn’t I hurt without wanting to?”.¹

I move forward in this world, between puzzlement and arrogance, between –ever less so- society. I am puzzlement and arrogance. I advance. Why in this world?

“At night, the poor souls who suffer from insomnia and nightmares wander around in prairies and forests, in order to tire themselves to sleep”.¹

Little by little music entangles me and forgets about me. I must place some notes. It never ends.

——— Dominus regit me, et nihil mihi deerit.² ———

Inferno.mp3
is part of acantilado

¹ August Strindberg. Inferno
² Book of Psalms. Psalm #22

Calm

“There is an hour just at evening when the plains seem on the verge of saying something; they never do, or perhaps they do-eternally-though we don’t understand it, or perhaps we do understand but what they say is as unstranslatable as music…”
Jorge Luis Borges, Fictions

La calma.mp3 is part of acantilado

I.- Ir quitando, poco a poco, la estructura a la música para así lograr los paisajes anhelados. Composiciones que demuestren y hagan sentir el proceso de creación donde no veamos únicamente el acabado final. El resultado final sería el silencio. II.- Me encontraste, me abandonaste. No quiero verte hoy. No quiero verte más, al menos no olvidado. Soy el que necesita, soy el que quiere, soy el que extraña, soy el que cede, soy el que cela y el que cree, el encontrado, el abandonado. Soy el que se excita, el que te espera, el que olvida, el que reprime, critica y se entristece. Soy el que miente, el que juzga, el que teme. Soy uno, soy nada, el que pretende y alcanza, el que perdona, duda, se ofende y se extraña. Soy el que compone y drena, cierra los ojos y persevera, el que se perturba, se masturba y te sueña. Soy el que evade, no evade, te enfrenta y recapacita, te arropa y mira. Soy el que ama, el que drena, el que se engaña y odia, rechaza y reza. Soy lo malo, soy la tristeza, soy yo, el que piensa y camina. Quiero verte hoy, quiero verte siempre. III.- Persecu_ A veces queremos dejar huellas de nada. IV.- Me he perdido tantas veces… cada vez me cuesta más encontrarme. Entre la noche y cada pisada mía no defino los sonidos. Quizás no pretendo encontrarme. Espero a la mañana para buscar tus respiros. De noche los veo, ya no los espero en mi oido. Mañana vuelvo a casa. Cada vez me cuesta más encontrarme.

Fateless – acantilado

“Still, even the imagination is not completely unbounded, or at least is unbounded only within limits, I have found.”
Imre Kertész, Fateless

The book

Imre Kertész – Fateless
The Nobel Prize in Literature 2002

The Song

 

After a minute, between fate and illusion, emerges the obstinatto, a melody that reminds of me sitting on stage at the piano, just about longing.

Immediately after, the piano and percussion begin to tell the truth, a reality that seems to hit but you don’t understand, you live.

Later on anguish’ textures shows up. I’ll never forget the image of soles pasted to the skin. Feet and wood made one. The uncertainty is there, always accompanying.

When in the theme I start to wander, to look back and think in destiny I call immersed the day-to-day life, the freedom and the fateless. With them goes otherness, a path that we feel but don’t predict.

The beginning… heroic and enigmatic as the end.

Sin Destino.mp3

 

La Muerte de Empédocles – acantilado

…tries to decipher certain mysteries that did not glimpse at their moment.

The Books

After recording Escritorio and soon to start the production of embas‘ Suburbia, I began to work with 4 books published by biblioteca del acantilado

Resting – Attila Bartis

Fateless – Imre Kertész

Death of Empedocles – Frederich Hölderlin

Inferno – August Strindberg

The result was a 8 theme EP (each theme is presented mastered and remastered) were I placed my interpretation of each tale. The title: acantilado

Death of Empedocles

La muerte de Empédocles.mp3

Empédocles is surrounded by his disciples, is being loved and rejected. We can hear him advanced to his time, thoughtful on reflection… always trying to generate it. We can follow him climbing Mount Etna, between ideas and nature, until his final speech and departure.

He dies alone and immortalizes himself in solitude.

The Phrase

“¡Olvido!…¡Oh, como una vela venturosa

me desprendo de la costa, y la ola de la vida

por sí sola me deja!”

Friedrich Hölderlin.

As a part of the composition exercise, on each theme of acantilado I putted a phrase that obstinately joins the rest. Here, it can be easily identified. It represents the people assimilation, over adaptation, to Empedocles’ ideas.

In the theme our main character is never understood.