“Would you like to save the world from the degradation and destruction it seems destined for? Then step away from shallow mass movements and quietly go to work on your own self-awareness. If you want to awaken all of humanity, then awaken all of yourself. If you want to eliminate the suffering in the world, then eliminate all that is dark and negative in yourself. Truly, the greatest gift you have to give is that of your own self-transformation.”—Lao Tzu
Delia Derbyshire and Barry Bermange "Falling" from Within Dreams, Radio Broadcast 1964
Part of the four programme “Inventions for Radio” series, created in collaboration with Barry Bermange, Dreams is a collection of spliced/reassembled interviews with people describing their dreams. Delia’s editing and repetition, together with her dissonant, often terrifying musique concrete soundbeds, make this distinctly uneasy bedtime listening. The entire piece is 45 minutes in length. (x)
When Marina Abramović dies, she requests the following procedure, as stipulated in her last will and testament:
In case of my death I would like to have this following memorial ceremony: Three coffins. The first coffin with my real body. The second coffin with an imitation of my body. The third coffin with an imitation of my body.
I would like to appoint that three persons would take care of the distribution of the three coffins in three different places in the world. (America, Europe and Asia.) The special instructions will be written and put in a sealed envelope, with their names and instructions to follow.
The memorial ceremony will be held in New York City with all three coffins present and sealed. After the ceremony the appointed persons will follow my instructions for the distribution of the coffins. My wish is that all three coffins should be buried in the earth.
Everybody at the final ceremony should be informed that they shouldn’t wear black and that every other color is encouraged. I wish that my former students… create a program for this occasion. For the beginning of the ceremony I wish that Antony from Antony and the Johnsons will sing Frank Sinatra’s song: My Way.
The ceremony should be a celebration of life and death combined. After the ceremony there will be a feast with a large cake made out of marzipan in the shape and looks of my body. I want the cake to be distributed between the present people.
But if I lacked an upper lip here, there an ear, here a rib, there a finger, if I had hairless spots on my head and pockmarks on my face, this would still be no adequate counterpart to my inner imperfection. This imperfection is not congenital and therefore so much the more painful to bear. For like everyone, I too have my centre of gravity inside me from birth, and this not even the most foolish education could displace. This good centre of gravity I still have, but to a certain extent I no longer have the corresponding body. And a centre of gravity that has no work to do becomes lead, and sticks in the body like a musket ball. But this imperfection is not earned either, I have suffered its emergence through no fault of my own. This is why I can find nowhere within myself any repentance, much as I may seek it. For repentance would be good for me, it cries itself out all by itself, it takes the pain to one side and settles everything along like an affair of honour; we remain upright because it relieves us.
“Desire is an appetite, quickly sated. Longing is a wound, an opening in the heart or the spirit. Whatever the cause, whatever the duration, it almost always leaves a scar.”—Philip Sington, The Valley of Unknowing (W. W. Norton & Co., 2012)
To be is to have mortal shape, mortal conditions, to struggle, to evolve. Paradise is, like the dream of the Buddhists, a Nirvana where there is no more personality and hence no conflict. It is the expression of a man’s wish to triumph over reality, over becoming. The artist’s dream of the impossible, the miraculous, is simply the resultant of his inability to adapt himself to reality. He creates, therefore, a reality of his own…
It is not that he is incapable of living. On the contrary, his zest for life is so powerful, so voracious that it forces him to kill himself over and over. He dies many times in order to live innumerable lives.