Psychogeography 2



psychogeography 2

one hour later still listening
to the tree rustle and watching
grey clouds over passing
kite glide and soft rains gentle touch

breeze breathing dry leaves
rolling dancing over the weedy tarmac
campanula dandelion forget me not
magpies rattle distant and near sounding

repeating resonating the air sky chamber
as a pencil softs the grey lines
inviting transformation from passive to active
in the gaze of the last red nasturtium

Music for digital piano and electronics Virginia Scott with sound sample by Monolith and Cobalt

soft radio…


I wanted to share a little extended piano cut ( inside the piano) and a little poem of the same name that seemed to resonate with it. I started writing poetry in 1969 when I was in Courmayeur near Mont Blanc in the Italian Alp, teaching English one summer. I was lonely then, but lucky to have a great piano tutor in Carlo Vidusso at that time.

inside

soft radio
floorboard creaking
soon light will emerge
it’s sway
moving word time



wednesday night thursday morning..



wednesday night thursday morning

planting out pot plants
before the frost begins
in woodland
in garden
and in edge path

a day that lasted all day
reminiscing on previous
afternoon's interchanges
and a bitter sweet
cake tea chat scenario

Yesterday afternoon the sun shone, a reminder of the glorious summer we are leaving behind.

Swan Dream/ Virginia Scott / Modern Pianists out-take.

last in the present series

This black bin bag contains the remains of a large canvas I created many years ago which so frightened me that I was compelled to cut it into small pieces , bag it up and take it to the skip. Today an interesting echo of this experience emerged and I felt happy that the painting had been deconstructed and disposed of. I recycled the stretcher and created a new image.

mist

mist

it will be winter soon
mist morning
trees invisible
hills and forests
smeared out as a
bird voicing it’s
nano song flutters
off past the rectangular
windows closed blinds
amidst the memory
of visiting friends
warmth laughs
and good ness
the sun is lighting up now

This little poem is part of a bigger set of poems called the RAFT which I wrote during lockdown. I am busy typing through these writings now. How strange it all was then.

The Click- Virginia Scott piano / Modern Pianists out-take

draw on

 What were we drawing on as we improvised in and out of synch on those piano tracks ? All the better to hear our momentary lapses and collisions ? The poem is about collaborating with invisible pianist Lindy Karpestra and what were we thinking and dreaming.

draw on
and the invisible pianist
doodling repeat loops
faces in a riff
colliding with ourselves
meeting sky and smiles
on the meadow

draw on the top lip
unevenly shaped
in two twin slopes
of asymmetrical heights



Draw On- Virginia Scott Piano/ Modern Pianists out-take

 

about time

about time
or the story of two pianists

listening into that time
beating piano keys beating time
from the where i was
then in that wilderness
the chords a kind of chorus
after many a summer

piano lessons peeling
into a day like today
and it’s dusting of snow
melting through spring flowers

i see a pianist waving at me
and in my waving back
i feel our palms drawing together
touching and becoming one

Listen to piano music https://lindykarpestra.bandcamp.com/album/the-karpestra-dairies

imagining myself lying down

magining my self lying down
on the earth curve face down
in the smell of grasses herbs and flowers

there the blackbird
couched on the dry earth
silently opening and closing his beak
spanning his wings
sunning and preening
watching the bees sucking sage
the ants scurrying the red brick wall
and clouds pulling over the sky

http://lindykarpestra.bandcamp.com

Veronica Satie/ Virginia Scott -Piano / Modern Pianisits out-take