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But one day, she couldn’t seem to …

Joan: What are your thoughts on the text as body (body of work, muscularity of the text, sound-making as a physical experience, breath)? How might these themes connect to Bergvall’s work? Seth: Part of what intrigued me about your making

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But one day, she couldn’t seem to …

Joan: What are your thoughts on the text as body (body of work, muscularity of the text, sound-making as a physical experience, breath)? How might these themes connect to Bergvall’s work? Seth: Part of what intrigued me about your making

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In a very, very far away … there lived a little …

Joan: I’ve just gotten the newest ‘book’ by Anne Carson, appropriately called Float. Actually it’s a collection of 23 chapbooks whose order is unfixed. The back ‘cover’ of this acetate container suggests ‘reading can be free-fall.’ Similarly, in my sound

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In a very, very far away … there lived a little …

Joan: I’ve just gotten the newest ‘book’ by Anne Carson, appropriately called Float. Actually it’s a collection of 23 chapbooks whose order is unfixed. The back ‘cover’ of this acetate container suggests ‘reading can be free-fall.’ Similarly, in my sound

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Once upon a time …

The LiteraryMix isn’t Seth Guy’s first attempt at coalescing sonorous text into an ephemeral engine. In 2010, he launched Observing Silence, a blog he created to archive quoted instances of silence he’s stumbled upon in his fiction reading. OS is

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Once upon a time …

The LiteraryMix isn’t Seth Guy’s first attempt at coalescing sonorous text into an ephemeral engine. In 2010, he launched Observing Silence, a blog he created to archive quoted instances of silence he’s stumbled upon in his fiction reading. OS is

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Earworms + Radio Voices: In Conversation with Gregory Whitehead

The radio artist talks about his whispered libretto of a Guantánamo Bay torture interrogation log, the morphing of the Star-Spangled Banner and the sung interview of Dick Cheney. READ a conversation.

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Earworms + Radio Voices: In Conversation with Gregory Whitehead

The radio artist talks about his whispered libretto of a Guantánamo Bay torture interrogation log, the morphing of the Star-Spangled Banner and the sung interview of Dick Cheney. READ a conversation.

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Over Yonder Horror

A whispered libretto; the dark, inky sea; passage and stasis. Radio artists Gregory Whitehead and Scott Carrier plow the space between empathy and witnessing in new sonic worlds. LISTEN + READ.

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Over Yonder Horror

A whispered libretto; the dark, inky sea; passage and stasis. Radio artists Gregory Whitehead and Scott Carrier plow the space between empathy and witnessing in new sonic worlds. LISTEN + READ.

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“Fear tends to stick around.”

Scott Carrier spends the night on a ferry from Lesbos to Athens with 500 refugees, most of them from Afghanistan, Syria and Iran. It’s midnight in the Aegean Sea. He and his creative partner, Copenhagen-based photojournalist Camilla Madsen, have been

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“Fear tends to stick around.”

Scott Carrier spends the night on a ferry from Lesbos to Athens with 500 refugees, most of them from Afghanistan, Syria and Iran. It’s midnight in the Aegean Sea. He and his creative partner, Copenhagen-based photojournalist Camilla Madsen, have been

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Voices in limbo

There is an ever-slight ‘decay’ on the “p” in Gregory Whitehead’s recurring uttering of the words Full stop. It’s murmured over and over in this vocal braid to acknowledge the end of an interrogation line or voiced interview script. There’s

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Voices in limbo

There is an ever-slight ‘decay’ on the “p” in Gregory Whitehead’s recurring uttering of the words Full stop. It’s murmured over and over in this vocal braid to acknowledge the end of an interrogation line or voiced interview script. There’s

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“Foreign languages are cities.” – Dragan Todorovic

Cities, like dreams, are made of desires and fears. You delight not in a city’s seven or seventy wonders, but in the answer it gives to a question of yours.—Italo Calvino Dragan Todorovic’s sound art unravels as story/song—not as music;

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“Foreign languages are cities.” – Dragan Todorovic

Cities, like dreams, are made of desires and fears. You delight not in a city’s seven or seventy wonders, but in the answer it gives to a question of yours.—Italo Calvino Dragan Todorovic’s sound art unravels as story/song—not as music;

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“In This Language I Shall Live.”

By Dragan Todorovic I have always been interested in keywords. A keyword is not only summarising text, it is a Swiss knife of words, one answer to many questions, including translation. They don’t have to be necessarily carrying the exact

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“In This Language I Shall Live.”

By Dragan Todorovic I have always been interested in keywords. A keyword is not only summarising text, it is a Swiss knife of words, one answer to many questions, including translation. They don’t have to be necessarily carrying the exact

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“All the traces of all the lives that have moved through.” – Pip Stafford

The city which cannot be expunged from the mind is like an armature, a honeycomb in whose cells each of us can place the things he wants to remember.—Italo Calvino If the opposite of mundane is imaginative, then this quality

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“All the traces of all the lives that have moved through.” – Pip Stafford

The city which cannot be expunged from the mind is like an armature, a honeycomb in whose cells each of us can place the things he wants to remember.—Italo Calvino If the opposite of mundane is imaginative, then this quality

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