twelf tacna is Cecyl Ruehlen (baritone saxophone) & Joseph Braun (burdonom bass)
"Silt Ond Loess In Solstice" was recorded on the summer solstice of 2018 at The Tank : Center For The Sonic Arts, in Rangely Colorado as well as at Rabbit Ear Pass, in a mountain pasture next to a tributary at one of the highest points of the continental divide's highway passages.
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In the Face of Facelessness: Prelude to Silt ond Loess en Solstice
“So they came at last to one of the remotest cells beyond
which lay nothing—just the uncompromising sea of sand
curling and flowing away into the empty sky.”
—Lawrence Durrell, Sebastian (1983)
Social commentators and scholars alike are fond of suggesting—under the influence of so-called reflection—that humanity presently lacks a guiding mythos or collectively acknowledged and celebrated mythopoeic current by which its continued existence might be performed. Global crises¹ contribute to the allure of competing artistic and scientific responses to what is fundamentally a question of radical contingency: the
urgency of apprehending the mystery of death as the final reality of every life².
Scientific attention funnels into anti-mythological³ prescriptions for survival while its method suggests, ipso facto, the viability of (an) objective truth, duly confirmed by the market efficacy of concrete technologies. Artistic tekhne, reduced from the obscure level of experience to the secure level of exchange, concedes to prevailing socioeconomic conditions along similar lines. Upon closer examination of aforementioned crises, the precedents issued by human administration are not hopeful.
Thankfully, the intimation of a pervasive mythopoeic void runs counter to the evidence turned up by contemplative practice across millennia. The consistent approach to silence—ritually forgiving⁴ the “agenda-planning ego” for its hazardous methodologies—admits freely of immanence, or discovery tantamount to what St. Paul called the “hidden self”: the depthless depth⁵ that comes with sheer existence, which is to say that which belongs, irrevocably, to all.
The individual refracts the intellect’s motivation, and Being in all its complexity persists. Like dream within sleep—which invokes radical contingency by anamnesis⁶ of a different biological order—the body hosts life, and “they are both wild.”⁷ Where did the human come from, and where is the human going? The answer—or what New Mexico poet David Mutschlecner might call the “holy vortex of the question”—is a thing with a
peel, like a lemon, or a bell.
In Old English the zodiac was twelf tacna⁸, a “circle of little animals” whose figures derive from the lesser lights of the sky and correspond, individually and as a whole, to the progression of seasons and activity of life forms on Earth. Silt ond Loess en Solstice was recorded on June 21st, 2018, in a 60-foot, steel-capped cylinder once used as a water-treatment facility and currently situated on a hilltop in Rangely, Colorado. Grateful
acknowledgment is made to The TANK: Center for Sonic Arts.
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¹ Human-induced climate change; industrial-scale natural resource extraction; exponential population
growth; state-sanctioned violence; mass squalor; mass incarceration; gender and sexual violence;
autocratic populism; etc.
² “Radical contingency,” Encyclopedia of World Problems and Human Potential,
uia.org
³ Opposition predicated on the absence of veracity, justified by perceived gaps in scientific observation
⁴ See also: self-emptying, kenosis
⁵ Martin Laird, “Parting the Veil,” Into the Silent Land, Oxford, 2006.
⁶ Late 16th century: from Greek anamnēsis ‘remembrance’
⁷ Gary Snyder, “The Etiquette of Freedom,” The Practice of the Wild, FSG, 1990.
⁸ “the twelve signs”
“Ours is a planet sown in beings. Our generations overlap like shingles. We don’t fall in rows like hay, but we fall. Once we get here, we spend forever on the globe, most of it tucked under. While we breathe, we open time like a path in the grass. We open time as
a boat’s stem slits the crest of the present.”
—Annie Dillard, For the Time Being (1975)
[Bon appetite says the snake to its tail.]
released July 1, 2019