Final movement of a string quartet using 12 tone technique, or my best approximation of it, for organized atonality

The Ellipsoidal Belligerent Capacitor

Twelve Tone String Quartet - 4

Il Cammino Dell'Acqua

SUAVE LOVER

Under The Strobe Lights

Sax ensemble, sax solo and mastering, Mario Sboarina https://soundcloud.com/rosmarinobaia 
Sonopoetry (stream of consciousness technique) and mixing, Ilaria Boffa
pic, Euganean Hills, June 2023, IB

Elegy
The river is no longer that river
the landscape not that landscape
you used to skirt and redraw.

I see you crossing soybean fields 
dauntless and determined like an African woman 
balancing a basket on her head.

I wish I could plunge my fingers
into your fur dense and wavier 
and pretend I hadn’t counted your vertebrae. 

Cracks smash the meadow, unsteady 
the narrow access to the bight, boots tag along 
tearing off lianas behind you.

The damp of splashes in the swoosh and chirp
of countless plants and flights
over four thousand four hundred eighty-six days.

Pervasive your gaze on things
the way you located yourself in space
never arbitrary.

Head held down to meet mine
wilderness and wild thistles’ scent
bora.

When dismay floods in, sudden
a pang of loneliness sucks up the void
crushing it in the throat tightened 

as if by rope.
Thus you unveiled surrender and
what has been will not be.

Elegia
Il fiume non è più quel fiume 
il paesaggio non più quel paesaggio
che eri solita costeggiare e ridisegnare. 

Ti vedo attraversare i campi di soia
impavida e determinata come una donna africana
la cesta sul capo.

Vorrei poter affondare le mie dita
nel tuo pelo spesso e ondulato
e fingere di non aver contato le vertebre.

Crepe spaccano il terreno, instabile 
lo stretto accesso all’ansa, gli stivali inseguono 
strappano liane dietro di voi.

Umido di schizzi nel fruscio e cinguettio
di innumerevoli piante e voli
in quattromilaquattrocentoottantasei giorni.

Pervasivo il tuo sguardo sulle cose 
il modo di posizionarti nello spazio
mai casuale.

La testa abbassata a incontrare la mia 
odore di landa e cardi selvatici
bora.

Quando assale improvviso lo sgomento 
una fitta di solitudine risucchia il vuoto
e lo preme nella gola costretta 

come da corda.
Così hai rivelato la resa e
ciò che è stato non sarà.

Elegy/Elegia (Mario Sboarina & Ilaria Boffa)

we read nursery rhymes to our kids every night..then we all go to sleep and wake up and seem to forget the stories morals.
sometimes the solution to complicated problems is easier than not..just get up and help.
the dangers of virtual reality/social media are becoming obvious to me..we lose touch with each other and the world and so lose empathy and the capacity to help.it generates a false sense of security and distorts reality.

lyrics

one day a stormy wind blew in the 100 acre wood
it blew Yore's house to the ground
he stood all alone in the cold cold rain
losing all hope with no place to go

piglet was trapped in a raging flood in the 100 acre wood
he stood on some chairs to save himself
but with no one around he feared he would drown

but Winnie the Pooh knew what to do
without even counting to one or to two
he put down his honey pot, got off of his couch 
and went outside to help

now our neighbors are homeless they lie in the street
in the cold cold rain ,no place to go
losing all hope
the children outside have no food to eat
they are lost and afraid ,full of fear and of pain

you sit on your couch with your earphones on
with your eyes glued to a screen
you are lost down a rabbit hole waiting to have 
your dinner delivered to your door

if Winnie the Pooh knew what to do
then tell me why don't you???

you think all is well and you're safe on your couch
you have virtual reality to hide in
but everything's fine until it's not
you're not alone in the world
when they pound down your door cause they can't take anymore
the fault will be yours not theirs

so take off the ear phones
get up off the couch
and go outside to help

if Winnie the Pooh knew what to do and he is just a bear
why can't you

after all Winnie the Pooh is stuffed with fluff
tell me what are you made of??

oh pooh. where are you?(#@)

Average Hymn Into Variant Hegemony, Overheating Many Negative Harmony

I release again this reggae music with a faster tempo and a better mix.
Thank you for listening !

Composition: Julien Apelian
Recording studio: Audio Colors
December, 21th, 2023

Average Hymn Into Variant Hegemony, Overheating Many Negative Harmony

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