DAY ONE-HUNDRED AND FORTY-FOUR
Whatever unfriendly stars and comets do, whatever stormy heavens are unfurled, my spirit be like fire in this, too, that all the straws and rubbish of the world only feed its flame.
-Charles Reznikoff
Cello trio, untreated and treated.
VI V II I | ii ii6 V VII6/4 iii
Untitled No. 2 (or I Saw Her. She Looked; Then Turned Away.)
That did sound like the heavens.
more of this would be nice
ethereal. i miss you too.
So moving!! I want more.
this one’s my favorite so far. can you extend this one to make it like, 5 hours long?