Sunday, May 22, 2011

Crafty Musicology

A crafty musicology
Is very interesting, since musicology is currently united in platitude, the anxiety of being first to interrupt with A declaration of ‘interest’. Once claimed, passivity is restored, the assertion normalizing presentation (however radical) with all other imagined presentations, different but never more sensual, dulled lenses that create shadows against the glow of the latest manifestation of blah blah blah.

Now writing for music, now craftiness for music, blind luminosity electric flux. Imbalanced and coerced by distortion, the coercion itself fashions topics of which the (The) fashioning is desired. In crafty-music-writing the consumption of presentation is a prelude to the bespeaking which shapes flows of energy and matter for human purposes. The telling of accounts for techniques provides materials for metamorphosis, multiplicities for multiplicities. Crafty musicology does not enjoy the posing of questions, and responds ‘thank you for your question, yes I have a b bottle of brandy just here’ or ‘to you a firstyness of thirdness fucking, converging on lips, with my own foreign tongue’. I wear glasses not because I have a nose… not for clichéd lhooqing (was that joke ever amusing?)... but for focus, sharp lines, and more intense visions to mitigate against dull glows; Corubsier was right when he said that all freedoms belong to art save that of not being clear.


…crafty musicology is getting wet in fantasy’s rains…

Sharp focuses are necessary for detailed conversations, stuff, materials, lines, reading and lines, misreading and lines, and lines, speaking and lines for swifts flocking.
Flock:
‘of cloth torn to pieces by machinery, used for quilting garments, and stuffing beds, cushions, mattresses, etc’
Secondness flucking stuffing flock-papers of already dyed patterns. Dead musicology does not need to be resurrected when the second keynote has come.

‘The hack is breaking into the flows passing through the channels. Not blocking the flow [or flo/ucking (on) the b(l)ow, for that matter], nor choking the power, but instead drawing new lines, reconnecting the highways, redirecting inherent energies, liberating and intensifying flows.’ Do-it-yourself exhibitionism of fashion’s meshing knitting. (Thank GOD that G.D. didn’t cite TRTZ’s furry wank, or we’d be commending Gaga as the new Dada…)

is the training we need to be affected.

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