A compendium of thoughts and images inspired by one particular solo performance from free-jazz pianist Cecil Taylor.
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Notes to Cecil
the unbearable quality of a set direction
this succession of unawares these questions of whether to go in or emerge
Some ideas you can go and look at, but I’ll never see that piece of paper with his notes. I’ll only know he *manifested* them from what seemed like tumbling scribbles.
only as you hear shadowonly as you count out silence
one man on his own —picking up the beat and letting it seed with shadows
sometimes I dream everything
seems the same
I don’t mind almost tumbling.
bridge someplace else rising over lifting light
shifting gear: another surface—arriving over and over then going on
up down up down down the least common way
∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞ is it the middle or the outside I must listen to? is it indissoluble ∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞ ?
there are many causes for your music and how one emerges, what one carries away
all kinds of eye around here intimacies are getting very loud all movable parts
sometimes it all becomes spectacle and unsettled and we chance to watch it to be part of the action
the implosion of orbits, the coursing of insistent breaks