Sad news, Hal. I found his work somehow on my own way back, & found him
a master of open form, & the uses of silence. A bit like Miles Davis,
you might say, in that.
Great work left behind, though.
Doug
On 8-Jul-05, at 9:27 AM, Halvard Johnson wrote:
> On an Instrument without Name
>
>
> nature being number, and
> number, in its ebullient disorder, the very spores of
> sounds, had sought, therein, the
> lost radicals of some
> late
>
> ideation. holds but
> hardly, you write. holds, but only by the slenderest
> caulicles of a once-
> in-
>
> dissociable determinant; by its
> least
> released seedlings. drift, then, through
> those teased frequencies. there, where even flight's
> in
>
> flight, feed upon the fugue's each
> decimated
> measure. for blown, the
> particles catch, flare. all's there; all's
>
> well, you write. all's at last,
> restored, if only the
> heart
>
> enter the
> fingertips, and the fingertips,
> faultlessly, strike upon their each obliterated chord.
>
> --Gustaf Sobin
>
> fr. Columbia Poetry Review #13
>
> http://www.colum.edu/undergraduate/english/poetry/pub/cpr/arch/13/
> sobin.htm
>
>
> Hal
>
> Halvard Johnson
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>
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