Category: Virginia Aurora Scott

Inside my piano a poem

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I wanted to share a little extended piano cut (i am improvising 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 Alps teaching English one summer. It was a lonely but interesting time as I was lucky to have a great piano tutor in Carlo Vidusso

https://youtu.be/Hc6uwUxSCyw?si=v-Rstp8Tzp_5G_g9 

nside

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

A soft chord telling a morning 

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On this gloomy, rainy and blustery Tuesday morning, a little nonsense loop inspired by a card from Oblique Strategies by Brian Eno and Peter Schmidt, which I bought myself for Xmas the other day but then decided to open it a start using it. Hey ho !

Hum- Enantiadromia
repetition is a form of change
let’s do that thing of 
repeat think looping
let’s do that thing of 
repeat think looping
let’s do that thing of 
repeat think looping
let’s do that thing of 
repeat think looping
let’s do that thing of 
repeat think looping
let’s do that thing of 
repeat think looping
let’s do that thing of 
repeat think looping
let’s dance …






Exploring Volcano Diaries: A Musical Journey

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A little vintage video of Data track 4 from Volcano Diaries 1. Who knows what I had in mind when I wrote this track, as it was 20 years ago now, but the whole project, which comprises 2 cd’s, was based on a research project by the late Richard Batchelor MSc FGS geologist and the postcards he sent me at the time. He was researching ancient volcanic fragments in The Western Highlands. Both albums are available for download at Lindy Karpestra bandcamp

Eyes Completely Open: Oboe Solo Inspired by David Bowie

Jennifer Porcas and Virginia Scott
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Eyes Completely Open/ David Bowie transcription for solo oboe, was originally written for oboist Catherine Pluygers. This recording is by Oboist Jennifer Porcas.The. words ‘eyes completely open’ come from the song Absolute Beginners by David Bowie, which song haunted me during the construction of this piece and I heard the words ‘eyes completely pen’ the exact same notes were played by the oboe. The recording by Oboist Jennifer Porcas is available from my bandcamp and a written score is available . Please email me.

Thanks to oboists Catherine Pluygers and Jennifer Porcas.

monday art and poem

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searching for a distance in my face

me
the look
the gaze 
the knowing
the seeing
the presence
the illiquidity
the emotional bank

Listen to Muter Loop, for piano and prepared piano samples, taken from a Bechstein grand 1896. The mind circling and the sound repeating, like a little prayer for today.

wednesday night thursday morning..

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wed 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 bitter sweet 
cake tea chat scenario

Yesterday afternoon the sun shone, a reminder of the glorious summer we are leaving behind. Today a grey cold mist as I listen to https://eileanrec.bandcamp.com/album/the-dunen-diaries and recovering from a long journey.

Weathered Fragments: Exploring Art’s Hidden Stories

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last in the present series

packing away weathered image fragments
crumbling paint
revealing the over painted layers
in shards
reminiscing

free art help yourself
finding the stopping
in an empty frame
another work another image 
last in the present series

The 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 kept the stretcher of course and created a new image.

The Journey of Words: Memories and Sounds

canvas dream
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I found this poem in my archives today, a kind of deep inner song for a Tuesday. 



words are sounds through which we travel

remembering the way 
i used to write every night 
in front of the long window

as the days grew longer 
swimming in the word pond 
reliving memories 
and perspectives 
listening to what emerged 
deeper down 
in the inner word worlds
in the layers of word silt 
words sounding
and forming meaning