Naviarhaiku 073 | Soundbook 011

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Naviarhaiku - Searching For Balance

This is the 73rd experiment of Naviar Haiku. Participants have seven days to create a track inspired by the assigned haiku poem and upload it to Naviar’s Soundcloud group Naviar Laboratory

Deadline: 03rd June 2015

Poem by charlesfolsom

Picture by frank

Funambulism [naviarhaiku073 - Searching for balance]

Soundbook 011 | Deadline 03.06.15

Once upon a time there existed somewhere in the world, nobody knows where, a school which was called the Black School. There the pupils learned witchcraft and all sorts of ancient arts. Wherever this school was, it was somewhere below ground, and was held in a strong room which, as it had no window, was eternally dark and changeless. There was no teacher either, but everything was learnt from books with fiery letters, which could be read quite easily in the dark. Never were the pupils allowed to go out into the open air or see the daylight during the whole time they stayed there, which was from five to seven years. By then they had gained a thorough and perfect knowledge of the sciences to be learnt. A shaggy gray hand came through the wall every day with the pupils’ meals, and when they had finished eating and drinking took back the horns and platters. But one of the rules of the school was, that the owner should keep for himself that one of the students who should leave the school the last every year. And, considering that it was pretty well known among the pupils that the devil himself was the master, you may fancy what a scramble there was at each year’s end, everybody doing his best to avoid being last to leave the school.

It happened once that three Icelanders went to this school, by the name of Sæmundur the Learned, Kálfur Arnason, and Hálfdán Eldjárnsson; and as they all arrived at the same time, they were all supposed to leave at the same time. Sæmundur declared himself willing to be the last of them, at which the others were much lightened in mind. So he threw over himself a large mantle, leaving the sleeves loose and the fastenings free.

A staircase led from the school to the upper world, and when Sæmundur was about to mount this the devil grasped at him and said, “You are mine!”

But Sæmundur slipped out of this mantle and made off with all speed, leaving the devil the empty cloak. However, just as he left the school the heavy iron door was slammed suddenly to, and wounded Sæmundur on the heels. Then he said, “That was pretty close upon my heels,” which words have since passed into a proverb. The Sæmundur contrived to escape from the Black School, with his companions, scot-free.

Some people relate, that, when Sæmundur came into the doorway, the sun shone upon him and threw his shadow onto the opposite wall. And as the devil stretched out his hand to grapple with him, Sæmundur said, “I am not the last. Do you not see who follows me?”

So the devil seized the shadow, mistaking it for a man, and Sæmundur escaped with a blow on his heels from the iron door.

But from that hour he was always shadowless, for whatever the devil took, he never gave back again.



Picture by Bob Vonderau

Sæmundur's Heel [Soundbook011 - The Black School]

Naviarhaiku 073

This is the 73rd experiment of Naviar Haiku. Participants have seven days to create a track inspired by the assigned haiku poem and upload it to Naviar’s Soundcloud group Naviar Laboratory

Deadline: 03rd June 2015

Poem by charlesfolsom

Picture by frank

http://naviarlab.tumblr.com/

Rising Noise [Naviarhaiku073 - searching for balance]

Naviar is a music community and label. Through regular publications, open projects and events, we explore the connection between experimental music and traditional Japanese poetry.

To join the Haiku challenge, visit https://www.naviarrecords.com/about/naviar-haiku

Naviarhaiku 073 | Soundbook 011

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