The future for magnetic bubble memories
– and there still is one – was more modest now.
Glass knew it. And knew he had to un-know it.
“Not productive, Mr. Glass.”
Because for now, in green quiet, Martin was enjoying
the sharp minty spike of his cocktail.
All the while, a dragonfly – coloured in brilliant metal –
arced and spiralled around his recliner.
Pleasure’s bubble and hum.
Hugging the horizon, the observation deck reveals
a panorama over the crystal bay.
Against the slow sky, the Pacific…
… and a wavy, patterned ice-cream.
“.. The listener might imagine theirself in a teenage bedroom, suddenly realizing their frame of reference is arbitrary, surrounded by a vast, unknown space that is neither inside or outside. On closer inspection, the familiar objects that inhabit the room seem made of alien materials. Sometimes, a familiar sound appears, but there is something uncanny; how much of this sound memory is real? Using inventive, associative sampling a new vocabulary arises, an intimate trompe l’oreille, an impossible object where components blend, their boundaries becoming fuzzy – where it is no longer clear where one object ends and another one begins.
“Fugue” is a multi-component musing on recursive timelines, non-linear appearances and knotted self-modifying patterns. The construction and internal logic is suggestive of the never-ending process of correction, necessitated by the realisation that one-time lucid narratives turn out to be pure falsifications in retrospect. About an eternal unfolding, a continuous new creation of new spaces, new frames, new rooms to make sense of new realisations and contradictions, in her words a “repetition ~ leading back to its own beginning, initiating its own interruption, its own standstill. Immanent and intrinsic becoming, simultaneously frightening and comforting ~ a cheerful failure.”