Gilles Gobeil - La perle et l’oubli
  Year :   1999
  Location :   Canada
  Worktype :   Acousmatic Work
  Materials:   Composed between 1999-2002
  Info :   unspecified

  Work Details  
  Gobeil says that this is “a personal interpretation of a Gnostic text from the 2nd century, entitled Hymn on the Soul, attributed to Bardesanes”, who lived 152 – 222 Anno Domini. A high-pitch swirl, a motion deep inside a blue sky – and a shower of gravel passing a barrel of steel, barely touching it, but making enough of a contact to raise a whisper out of gravel and steel, a passing shadow out of matter… The flapping of dark wings or the tails of a coat flying in the wind; an anatomy flexing by, a densification of matter on the move: a person out of the 18th century gliding by in a flash, gone like the improbability of its manifestation… Sudden showers of meteorites pass in silence; not a ripple… A murmur in the night; an ocean turning over in a dream, grunting. The idea of something lighting up inside a brain and dying away… and then: a stirring motion, a vibrating trill, a sound too organized not to be a sign of intelligent life: a message passing from brain to brain, from world to world… as the subway train blows by in a gush of warm air, screeching for help! A choir of wide open mouths behind the barricades are sensed more than heard; a tolling of silent bells, teeth slowly closing the only escape, swallowing the words which were so cleverly lined-up, drowning the messages in saliva and crushing them in intestinal crunches… Gobeil and Binet-Audet play hide-and-seek amongst colored silences, soft walls of under-the-breath timbres that are scratched by all but imperceptible razor sharp Martenot incisions… blood gushing out of inaudible openings in the night… An explosion! … and crowds stirring inside an oil painting: maroon melodies tenderly brought about: John Dunstable’s Masses and Motets out of the 15th century moving like black balcony curtains with figures sewn in silver threads… infants dying in the cold Medieval winters of Europe, while the living have to go on breathing, prisoners harnessed by this relentless in- and exhaling; this curse of life in the flesh. Accessed 15.11.06 from