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They could set him a harder task. But in his attempt to do the impossible he might burn out the divinity-generator and then where would they be? The gods picture themselves small, exposed on the slopes, feeling their way in the dark, impotent, mortal.
The Blimp Poet Blow him up like a balloon. Big, round Orpheus - lighter than air! Belly down, his arms and legs just stumps, like cloves in a ham, his belly out to here, weightless, turning slowly as he ascends He's large enough to accommodate us in his head. We knock his eyes out from the inside and look down from the empty sockets onto the foothills of hell Passing soundless over herds of stumbling dead fresh from the upper world They don't look up though we call to them.
The stain of our shadow on the lake below - lake of blue acid dotted with damned, effervescing but doomed never to corrode High above us is the underside of the earth's crust - a dripping tangle of roots and tendrils Air escapes, a steady leak, from his fundament, propelling Orpheus sedately forward Spectacular industry! Evil devours and regurgitates itself in vast kilns and foundries. The pits are dense with devils and damned, cranking it out, hauling it in, wading through fire. Low moan of their work-songs borne up on sulphurous blasts to scorch us where we cower behind the blimp-poet's hollow mask We descend in a field of broken glass and nail-parings.
Orpheus, deflated, groans, rubbing his eyes. Where are my eyes? Reprinted by permission of New Directions Publishing Corp. Night of the comet A one-eyed astronomer gets a sty in his eye the night of the comet. His attempt to view comet through a telescope with a jagged eye-piece provokes much mirth. Where's Orpheus? Orpheus enters with a new eye for the astronomer. Drop it. He drops it. Eat it. The dog eats the eye. Act 1, scene 1.
Scene where Orpheus charms dog with song so astronomer can recover eye. But there's something riveting about the way Olsen coos to herself that's soft and comforting. Telling the tale of the cyclops through the lens of high and low culture, in O'Brother, Where Art Thou?
Dancer, healer, musician Devi Mambouka shares the trippy "Sundown Forest", which takes listeners deep into the subconscious and onto a healing path. Alright Alright's "Don't Worry" is a gentle, prayerful tune that depicts the heart of their upcoming album, Crucible.
This said, it's also true that the entire work is accessible, inviting and engaging. Blegvad is certainly the lesser known name here, particular as a poet and prose writer, but his part of these compositions is full of warmth, mystery and an absurd sense of the surreal that de-academifies conceptual art especially sound art.
Partidge must have had a ball with this. His sense of sculpting sound around the various narratives has a keen sense of drama as well as the strange, the beautiful and the eccentric. It's focused, taut, and -- for his part and the kinds of excess he is so well known for -- sparse. Recommended for anyone interested in spoken word, myth, sound sculpture or conceptual art.
February 2, Retrieved February 5, Retrieved April 21, December 31, Open Audio. January 25,Jun 24, · It’s in this current fascination that Orpheus: The Lowdown has been re-released. Originally produced in and written by Peter Blegvad and Andy Partridge over an year period, the CD.