Well that was brilliant, rearranging the airspace. Beautifully written snd presented. 

🖤💙🖤 Absolutely  beautiful ... trippy sound & contemplative windscape poem🖤💙🖤

wonderful pairing of thoughts and sounds.. multiple layers of contemplation : )

These tracks contributed to create my poetry book and soundscape of the same name.

BOOK
https://www.valleypressuk.com/shop/p/beginnings-tragedies

ALBUM
https://ilariaboffa.bandcamp.com/album/beginnings-other-tragedies-the-soundscape

Beginnings & Other Tragedies/ Inizi e Altre Tragedie

Cut-up, fold-in and slow motion techniques as a representation of a state of soul, in words and sounds.

Sonopoetry by Ilaria Boffa
Field recording, wheat fields at 'Anello dei Colli Euganei', by Ilaria Boffa
Pic wheat fields, by IB

'The Value of Everything

When the wind blows 
wild on wheat fields
colonies of bee-eaters twirl 
in and out the canopies. 
Up and down they
rearrange air space.
A cut up technique 
of intermittent trajectories.
The value of watching
their change of pace
on each leaf bent.
Catching sight of nest holes.

The value of living
life folded in half.
Two linear texts juxtaposed
and unequipped for
restoring meaning.

The value of standing 
still, on hold.
The value of everything.'

The Value Of Everything

Freedom soon will come...
Field recording made in a blockhaus in Zuydcoote.

Antiblockhaus

Sonopoetry by Ilaria Boffa
Field recording taken at Teatro La Fenice Opera House, Venice, 2022 by Ilaria Boffa
pic Teatro La Fenice 2022, by IB 

'Whatever comes to pass
time will file the time
and this extraordinary wait.
The drama and the epic
the events that befall
the beginners
invoke glory and rage.
Because of necessity
they happen to live
because of belongingness
they happen to become.
There’s no difference between
starting and starting over for
what was or wasn’t done
cycles with the stringency
of a climate loop.
And the silence of hesitation
saturates the air condensing
inside the mask
accelerating the dew point.
It muffles this new normal.
Beginners challenge
the so called tragedy
of the time horizon
in which people can’t imagine
the suffering of the humans
of the future and
nothing much gets done
on their behalf.
Beginners are seamless
and they care.
Some of them give in.'

'Qualunque cosa accada
il tempo archivierà il tempo
e questa straordinaria attesa.
Il dramma e l’epopea
gli eventi che accadono
a chi comincia
suscitano gloria e rabbia.
Per necessità
succede di vivere
per appartenenza
succede di divenire.
Non c’è differenza tra
iniziare e ricominciare perché
ciò che è stato o non è stato fatto
si ripete con l’intransigenza
dei cicli climatici.
E il silenzio dell’esitazione
satura l’aria che condensa
all’interno della mascherina
accelerando il punto di rugiada.
Attutisce questa nuova normalità.
Coloro che iniziano sfidano
la cosiddetta tragedia
dell’orizzonte temporale
per cui le persone non riescono
a immaginare la sofferenza
degli esseri umani del futuro e
poco viene speso a loro favore.
Coloro che iniziano sono senza soluzione
di continuità e a loro importa.
Alcuni si arrendono.'

Ode for the Beginners

Hiding away again, Vera starts to feel her psychological stability falling apart.  She continues to pray to anything that will hear her pleas to save her from losing herself while trapped alone so far away from home, and no sign of hearing from Vincent and his team.

Project Umbriel

HIMOS (Hiding Inside My Own Space)

HIMOS - Hiding Inside My Own Space

Field recording taken in Vibo Marina (Italy) by IB
Violin improvisation and vocals on the beach by https://soundcloud.com/ida-di-vita
Sono-poetry, sound effects and mixing by IB

Excerpt #2 from my in progress new poetry book:

'And then there’s failure. Again and again.
A sandcastle torn down right before it falls.
Because it’s stinging to see it washed in with the tide
blown away or stamped over by someone else.
It’s always been an elsewhere with an unnatural
push to end.    

Failing failing failing and failing again.
It’s the cost of regret and choices
deferred that burdens us.
Getting old and realising that
we haven’t shared our lives.
The gusts of wind clearing fast
the air when fall starts.

Trying, trying, trying and trying again.
So mortal the doubt of being defeated 
the discomfort, the weakness.
If only guilt could make amends. 

Everywhere is an elsewhere.
Such region of possibility blurs behind 
the virtuality of this decade
the world’s several attempts to
decarbonise as fast as possible
chasing consensus at COP negotiations.
We should sign our own Paris Agreement
and write a consistent rubric.
We should lie down under 
an auburn skyline and kiss.

E poi c’è il fallimento. Ancora e ancora.
Un castello di sabbia distrutto giusto prima di cadere.
Perché è dura vederlo scomparire con la marea
spazzare via dal vento o calpestare da qualcun altro.
È sempre stato un altrove dall’innaturale
spinta a finire.

Fallire fallire fallire e fallire ancora.
È il costo del rimpianto e delle scelte
differite che grava su di noi.
Invecchiare e rendersi conto
di non aver condiviso le nostre vite.
Le raffiche di vento che puliscono l’aria
veloci all’inizio dell’autunno.

Provare, provare, provare e provare ancora.
Com’è mortale il dubbio del venir sconfitti
il disagio, la debolezza.
Se solo la colpa facesse ammenda.

Dovunque è un altrove.
Questa regione di possibilità sbiadisce dietro 
la virtualità dell’ultima decade
i numerosi tentativi del mondo
di decarbonizzare il più velocemente possibile
inseguendo il consenso alle negoziazioni COP.
Dovremmo firmare il nostro Accordo di Parigi
e scrivere un corrispondente protocollo.
Dovremmo stenderci sotto 
uno skyline ramato e baciarci.'

So mortal the doubt

Field recording taken by IB at the Antique Market/Mercatino delle Cose d'Altri Tempi, Piazzola sul Brenta (Padua). Group of college students' open air performance.
This market is one of the biggest in Europe.

Poem 'Make Me Ready' by IB from the in progress new book

'Make me ready for the arrival of the rain
which is expected heavy but needed.
Show me what I can get rid of
pruning shrubs along the fluvial corridor.
And if we must leave 
the fourth industrial revolution behind
its augmented social reality 
to repair our notion of mortality
help me not to falter.
We may remain one day, one last day.'

'Preparami all’arrivo della pioggia
che si prevede intensa ma necessaria.
Mostrami ciò di cui sbarazzarmi
potare gli arbusti lungo il corridoio fluviale.
E se dobbiamo lasciarci alle spalle
la quarta rivoluzione industriale
la sua aumentata realtà sociale 
per poter recuperare la nozione di mortalità
aiutami a non vacillare.
Potremmo rimanere un giorno, un ultimo giorno.'

Make Me Ready

Study For Silent Movie #9

3Apr23

My naviarhaiku482 submission;
https://www.naviarrecords.com/2023/03/29/naviarhaiku482-dark-and-light/
:D

balanced vernal equinox [naviarhaiku482]

Donate

Smooth thistle

Improvisation Nr. 9

Night Moves

Long Distance Cooperation with Ansound / Thomas Sander Jan. 2023
https://on.soundcloud.com/9FxJB

Flusspferd Mit Gewürzgurke / Coop mit Ansound

I am delighted to give my contribution for 'Ode to Life', a project created by talented artist and friend Wilfried Hanrath. 
(https://soundcloud.com/flyingtonefish)

'Ode to Life' is a cry to be and remain human regardless of religion, land, present and future. A collection of various artists.
https://wilfriedhanrath.bandcamp.com/album/ode-to-life

Phonocene/Fonocene is an excerpt from my latest book 'Beginning and Other Tragedies/Inizi e Altre Tragedie'.
This track is voice only, a crescendo of pathos and anticipation, which I hope does justice to the theme.

Phonocene

We’ve recognised our sound
in this Phonocene.
We’ve shared significance
and a territory, a place to be.
While feeling and hearing
birds crashing into the sky
trees imploding, people
tearing apart and decomposing
we cry out our phonos
of pure joy and echoes of grief.

We walk this Phonocene
with our eyes closed, stuck
in between bewilderment and action.
What can we do but hold on
and be memory for one another?
What can we do
but belong to life?

Fonocene

Abbiamo riconosciuto il nostro suono
in questo Fonocene.
Abbiamo condiviso il significato
e il territorio, un posto in cui essere.
Mentre percepiamo e ascoltiamo
uccelli schiantarsi contro il cielo
alberi implodere, persone
andare in pezzi e decomporsi
gridiamo il nostro phonos
di pura gioia ed echi di pena.

Camminiamo questo Fonocene
ad occhi chiusi bloccati
tra stupore e azione.
Cosa fare se non resistere
ed essere memoria l’uno per l’altra?
Che cosa possiamo fare
se non appartenere alla vita?

pic Phonocene, story of a woman/Fonocene, storia di una donna, Anello dei Colli Euganei, March 2024.

Phonocene/Fonocene

Ode to Failure/Ode al Fallimento is an excerpt from my latest book 'Beginnings & Other Tragedies/Inizi e Altre Tragedie', Valley Press 2023.
Field recording taken with jrf hydrophone.

'Ode to Failure

Close all the windows
check for draughts.
Let it start and flow and pass through
the furniture and the basket of linen
the dying toothpaste tube
the dogs’ eco-bags.
On each visit, it seems it never left
talkative and judgmental, it lingers.
But when we sit surrendered
it crops and trims, it asks for mercy.
This is not about falling per se
rather, about the dynamics of the fall.
Like photon wave-particle duality
and the uncertainty principle.
We can never be certain
about the position of a body in space.
If we fall it’s hard to pinpoint us
figure out where we’ll land.
It says – don’t take all the blame
I can be irrational and unwarranted
over-ascribed to your life.
Contextualise your grief.

Ode al Fallimento

Chiudete tutte le finestre
controllate gli spifferi.
Che cominci e fluttui e passi attraverso
i mobili e il cesto della biancheria
il tubetto agonizzante del dentifricio
i sacchetti bio dei cani.
A ogni visita, sembra non sia mai partito
loquace e giudicante, si attarda.
Ma quando ci sediamo arresi
ritaglia e spunta, ci chiede comprensione.
Non si tratta del cadere di per sé
piuttosto delle dinamiche della caduta.
Come la dualità di onde-particelle dei fotoni
e il principio di incertezza.
Non possiamo mai essere certi
della posizione di un corpo nello spazio.
Se cadiamo è difficile localizzarci
capire dove atterreremo.
Dice – non addossarti tutta la colpa
posso essere irrazionale e arbitrario
sovra attribuito alla tua vita.
Contestualizza la pena.'

Ode To Failure/Ode Al Fallimento

Das ametrische System

Drowning (Gasp for air mix)

Poetry, Field recording and the Human Human

'I use this space to offer an experience of Sonopoetry, the voice of verses combined with field/sound recording and music collaborations.
Writing and composition marked the passage from pre-history to history for human beings. I firmly believe that writing&listening (active care/empathy and full attention to each and every sound from each and every living and non living being) could inform, guide and represent the Posthuman era that I'll call Human Human era -from sapiens sapiens to human human.
The contemporary alliance between the disciplines of Art, Science and Philosophy elicits the conceptualisation of the Posthuman that to me also implies the transition from the Anthropocene to the Age of Art as a driver of thought and vision. I advocate the responsibility to assign a 'more than human' meaning to the Posthuman concept, that's why Human Human, in order to emphasise the human core, the genetic connection to bio and non-bio diversity as per the Biophilia Hypothesis.
Are we listening?'

Born 6 January 1972, Ilaria Boffa is an Italian poet and sound recordist. 
She has published four poetry collections and she is one of the eight authors included in the North East American Association publication ‘Writing in a Different Language’ Vol XL 2018.
Over the last years, she has been experimenting with field recording, blending her spoken word with sound.
Publications:
Beginnings & Other tragedies/Inizi e Altre Tragedie, 2023, book of poems (Eng/Ita)
https://www.valleypressuk.com/shop/p/beginnings-tragedies

About Sounds About Us/Di Suoni e di Noi, 2019, book of poems (Eng/Ita)
http://www.samueleeditore.it/about-sounds-about-us-ilaria-boffa/

Writing in A Different Language, volume XL NeMLA publications (Northeast Modern Language Association), College of New Jersey, 2018
http://www.buffalo.edu/nemla/publications/nis/past/volume-xl.html

The Bliss of Hush and Wires/Periferie, 2016, book of poems (Eng/Ita)
http://www.samueleeditore.it/periferie-the-bliss-of-hush-and-wires-ilaria-boffa-2/

The Value Of Everything

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