Noise Intercepted Collaborators
Cachecope Bell - Writer and artist
Why do I want to participate?
Well. if you make a piece of work like the way a crystal is made, with the matter gathering around the shape that you begin with, then it helps to have something to start things off. For me, I find the act of starting somewhere I haven't particularly chosen quite liberating. Especially if you just very honestly respond to what you've been given. As you do it, you think that you're just being natural and following a path someone else has laid out for you but then you stand back from it and realise how much of yourself you've revealed, which is terrifying and sometimes quite heartening too. So that's the personal reason. I also work with a fellow artist, Caspar Below, he's going to do this too and frankly, that's a great recommendation. I want to see what he's going to get up to, because that's a kind of parallel challenge to me also, to say something that's worth taking notice of in the context of his response. So yeah, great, I'm listening, lets go.
2 Readings of an extract from ‘Street Haunting: a London Adventure.’ Essay by Virginia Woolf
Film – London Skyline during Snowstorm from Quickly Emptying Office Building – Caspar Below
Reading 1 – maintaining the thought of her being alive.
Reading 2 – maintaining the thought of her being dead.
“But when the door shuts on us, all that vanishes. The shell–like covering which our souls have excreted to house themselves, to make for themselves a shape distinct from others, is broken, and there is left of all these wrinkles and roughnesses a central oyster of perceptiveness, an enormous eye.
How beautiful a street is in winter! It is at once revealed and obscured. Here vaguely one can trace symmetrical straight avenues of doors and windows; here under the lamps are floating islands of pale light through which pass quickly bright men and women, who, for all their poverty and shabbiness, wear a certain look of unreality, an air of triumph, as if they had given life the slip, so that life, deceived of her prey, blunders on without them.”
Virginia Woolf – Street Haunting: A London Adventure (Essay)
There is an onomatopoeic sense of what a word means, unknown words doubly so. When we’re feeling for their meaning we find our own guesses reveal what we ourselves are thinking.
These words are electronically generated random German words – with my feelings about what they might mean – I have made myself a small promise not to deliberately discover their true meaning, so there is an added spice of risk here, some of these definitions might actually be correct.
This idea owes everything to Douglas Adams and his happy little Meaning of Liff book, which is delightful - I recommend.
For music I selected ‘Lessons from the Incredible Radio Clock’ created by my colleague Caspar Below — who recorded it live, tuning a broken radio clock in South London. I performed this piece of writing in response to repeated listening during a single playback, picking out words and features that seemed to be there and trying to capture them in real-time.
The real pulse of London is made up of secret noises faintly heard, though they combine into a cacophony. The sound of eight hundred thousand of us breathing all at once could be deafening… The pulse