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Postato da: Ysingrinus
Data: July 29, 2009
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Eddie Campbell ne ha fatto un libro, mettendo per immagini la lettura di Alan Moore. Lettura che ha un effetto speciale, accompagnata dalla musica di Tim Perkin... (leggi tutto) »
Eddie Campbell ne ha fatto un libro, mettendo per immagini la lettura di Alan Moore. Lettura che ha un effetto speciale, accompagnata dalla musica di Tim Perkin... (leggi tutto) »
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Eddie Campbell ne ha fatto un libro, mettendo per immagini la lettura di Alan Moore. Lettura che ha un effetto speciale, accompagnata dalla musica di Tim Perkins. Qualcosa che non si sente tutti i giorni eppure che parla di qualcosa di tutti i giorni, della vita...
"Right from the start, existence was a worry.
There have always been these long, nail-biting stretches of anxiety. After the fuss and fireball of that first Big Bang, there was no follow-up, just silent blackness lasting for millennia.
The elements of substance were in place, but form would still take time. One flash, then that uncertain pause. The Universe as a substandard firework no-one dare approach. Was that it?
Protracted hush in that vast auditorium. Occasionally a cough of gamma rays. The tense, pre-curtain dark, extended for a thousand thousand centuries. First night nerves there in that first night. The quantum tingle of anticipation.
Nobody knows what to expect at this unprecedented matinee. The author, if there is one, has no track record. The black décor yields no clue as to the drama yet to come, save to suggest it may not be a comedy. What if it's something difficult and Modern: Samuel Beckett with neutrinos?
Meanwhile, the racket of existence tuning up.
A rhythm quartet of primeval powers: the weak force; gravity; electromagnetism; the strong force. Four titanic virtuosi, newly born and unrehearsed. There's no sheet-music, there's no set-list. Nothing for it now but improv Jazz, although let's keep it tight. No room for solos.
If the start-conditions of the cosmos should be out by only half a beat, the weak force weaker or the strong force fractionally more butch, then matter will not fix and things will have no glue. No riff, just an undifferentiated background noise.
The long, uneasy silence following the first event extends. The darkness shifts uncomfortably and then, above, just as we've given up on them, one at a time, the stars come on."
Eddie Campbell ne ha fatto un libro, mettendo per immagini la lettura di Alan Moore. Lettura che ha un effetto speciale, accompagnata dalla musica di Tim Perkins. Qualcosa che non si sente tutti i giorni eppure che parla di qualcosa di tutti i giorni, della vita...
"Right from the start, existence was a worry.
There have always been these long, nail-biting stretches of anxiety. After the fuss and fireball of that first Big Bang, there was no follow-up, just silent blackness lasting for millennia.
The elements of substance were in place, but form would still take time. One flash, then that uncertain pause. The Universe as a substandard firework no-one dare approach. Was that it?
Protracted hush in that vast auditorium. Occasionally a cough of gamma rays. The tense, pre-curtain dark, extended for a thousand thousand centuries. First night nerves there in that first night. The quantum tingle of anticipation.
Nobody knows what to expect at this unprecedented matinee. The author, if there is one, has no track record. The black décor yields no clue as to the drama yet to come, save to suggest it may not be a comedy. What if it's something difficult and Modern: Samuel Beckett with neutrinos?
Meanwhile, the racket of existence tuning up.
A rhythm quartet of primeval powers: the weak force; gravity; electromagnetism; the strong force. Four titanic virtuosi, newly born and unrehearsed. There's no sheet-music, there's no set-list. Nothing for it now but improv Jazz, although let's keep it tight. No room for solos.
If the start-conditions of the cosmos should be out by only half a beat, the weak force weaker or the strong force fractionally more butch, then matter will not fix and things will have no glue. No riff, just an undifferentiated background noise.
The long, uneasy silence following the first event extends. The darkness shifts uncomfortably and then, above, just as we've given up on them, one at a time, the stars come on."
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