muzik_en

Of course, I've made a mistake. There have never been any muzikeion. There was a museion (or Mouseion, or Musaeum). The Temple of the Muses. A place where Muses were worshipped. Well, doesn't matter. I've made a mistake and that's all. Not a big problem, really. Really? Thanks to it there is Muzikeion. A place, a venue, where music is worshipped. Music or muzik? If it is music then the venue should be known as musiceion. If it is muzikeion then with no doubt muzik is worshipped there. What it is – muzik? Is it a kind of music? A style? A type? A category? Or is it a phenomenon similar to music, as if parallel to music, or sometimes touching it, coming so close to it, as if tangential..... In such a case we would have a new art, and a new Muse as a consequence: painting, literature, dance, music, theatre, muzik.....
What could it be?

          
            
            
            
             This
                is a very cautious question. So I will ask more bravely,
                even
                daringly, in a risky way:

                WHAT IT IS? 

              And
                I will answer this question with the same courage close
                to frantic
                desperation:

                I DON'T KNOW. 

              Could
                it be the music of Liberland? The Liberlandish music?
              

              Maybe. 

              It
                may be the noise, the rustle of turning pages, which
                sometimes takes
                the form of pulsation that can be felt, though only by a
                few and
                really hardly – distances between the turns are a bit
                shorter, as
                well as they are more equal, more regular. Such a
                situation would be
                rather exceptional, since usually chaos and
                haphazardness rule, and
                not necessarily they are chaos and haphazardness of our
                listening.
                Nevertheless the rustle of turning pages is not the
                rustle of leaves
                shaken by the wind. The noise of a page being turned is
                like a cut –
                a page is the blade cutting the space, the rustle is the
                sound
                cutting the silence. Both the space and the silence
                close immediately
                with no scar. While the rustle of leaves is the silence
                – used to
                be silence – can be silence - - - - - - The leaves are
                the space –
                used to be the space – can be the space - - - - - - -
                would seem so
                - - - - - - 

              This
                can be easily imagined: a concert hall is being
                transformed into a
                reading room, or a reading room is being changed into a
                concert hall,
                and every listener-player (but not a musician – if so,
                then rather
                a muzikian), or every reader, is reading a different
                book, different
                not only due to the title, but to different shape, size,
                number of
                pages, sort of paper .... But this would be too close to
                music –
                this would be a conscious action, a sort of composition,
                and if so,
                could be also an indication that muzik is to be created
                as a result
                of unconscious actions, not planned, not carefully
                arranged, muzik is
                not to be a result of any process of composing – it is
                but very
                careful listening to the surrounding sounds, hunting and
                searching
                for such combinations of sounds which might be
                compositions if
                somebody had arranged them deliberately and consciously.
              

              And
                it's even more easy to imagine books as percussion
                instruments. Of
                course those with hard covers, because soft bound books
                don't sound
                good, in fact don't sound at all. Well, I don't mean to
                thrash a
                table top with a book – I mean to tap the covers with
                fingers,
                almost like playing piano . . . . . . . . . But this is
                real music,
                whatever strange and unconventional the instrument might
                seem to you.
                For example, the suite by Jim Lord, known as the “ocean
                suite”, a
                composition for 27 volumes of completed works by Joseph
                Conrad
                published in 1975 by . . . . . . yes, it would be a
                typical,
                ordinary, as old as music, extreme avant-garde, so
                extreme that
                deserving the name arier-garde.

              Yes!
                That's it! Rear guard. ARIER-GARDE! 

              Muzik
                or arier-garde music. 

              Why
                arier-garde art has never been discussed? What makes it
                worse than
                avant-garde? It is equally extreme. 

              Let's
                listen ! Let's listen! Let's listen! 

              

              nothing
                  can be heard 

              

              And
                now a disgustingly daring question will be asked: WILL
                THESE SOUNDS
                BE BEAUTIFUL? 

              which
                  also means, is supposed to mean, is expected to mean:
                  is the
                  arier-garde art beautiful? does the arier-garde art
                  have to be
                  beautiful or does not?

                  

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