It's funny; it seems like everyone is talking about the idea of recombination this week.
My tweets
I got the idea of cutting up my tweets from an exercise in high school. In order to form the final stanza of a paradelle in progress, I cut up the words of the first three. Here's what I ended up with:
Paradelle for Jennifer
I get confused when you play the piano of my soul
I get confused when you play the piano of my soul
And hide from me true melodies in your heart
And hide from me true melodies in your heart
I hide, confused, from your piano melodies
And when you play the true soul in me, you get my heart
In my dreams, the winds blow soft and caress your hair
In my dreams, the winds blow soft and caress your hair
It falls down as I kiss around your rosy cheek
It falls down as I kiss around your rosy cheek
I caress your cheek as winds blow down my dreams,
And the soft rosy kiss, it falls around in your hair
My vision fades when you walk down the road into the sun
My vision fades when you walk down the road into the sun
This unsure feeling rises blindly in my conscience
This unsure feeling rises blindly in my conscience
The sun rises unsure into this road
The vision blindly fades my conscience, when in you walk, my feeling down
The winds hide dreams as you blow your kiss in my cheek
I blindly play in your soft rosy hair
You get this unsure feeling of me when I walk around the piano
When true vision rises and falls from my confused conscience
Your melodies caress the sun down in my soul
It fades down the road and into my heart
Paradelle for Jennifer
I get confused when you play the piano of my soul
I get confused when you play the piano of my soul
And hide from me true melodies in your heart
And hide from me true melodies in your heart
I hide, confused, from your piano melodies
And when you play the true soul in me, you get my heart
In my dreams, the winds blow soft and caress your hair
In my dreams, the winds blow soft and caress your hair
It falls down as I kiss around your rosy cheek
It falls down as I kiss around your rosy cheek
I caress your cheek as winds blow down my dreams,
And the soft rosy kiss, it falls around in your hair
My vision fades when you walk down the road into the sun
My vision fades when you walk down the road into the sun
This unsure feeling rises blindly in my conscience
This unsure feeling rises blindly in my conscience
The sun rises unsure into this road
The vision blindly fades my conscience, when in you walk, my feeling down
The winds hide dreams as you blow your kiss in my cheek
I blindly play in your soft rosy hair
You get this unsure feeling of me when I walk around the piano
When true vision rises and falls from my confused conscience
Your melodies caress the sun down in my soul
It fades down the road and into my heart
Of course, one of the pioneers of cut and paste writing was William Burroughs. See it here, along with the copy and paste stylings of Led Zeppelin:
And the idea of playfully reappropriating words immediately brings to mind Dylan, in all his poetic glory:
But you don't have to go back to the 1960s to find examples of remix. It's everywhere! Mark Hosler has been doing this sort of work with the band/artist collective Negativland since the late 70s. And he's coming to Rowan this week! Hosler will present a multimedia lecture titled "Adventures in Illegal Art: Creative Media Resistance and Negativland" on Wednesday, February 15, at 7pm in Boyd Recital Hall. And he was kind enough to agree to meet me for a brief television interview! If you have any questions you'd like me to ask, feel free to post them below.
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