Noise Intercepted Collaborators

Justyna Stasiowska - PHD student in the Performatics Department of Jagiellonian University Cracow

jstasiowska

Cracow, Poland

Why do I want to participate?

I work towards my Phd title, writing a thesis concerning noise understood as an embodied mind reaction to sound frequencies. I focus not only on artistic performances, but also on the military and social use of sound. I concentrate on the question of the cognitive apparatus and its reaction to sound. In my thesis the sound is not only perceived through aural apparatus, but is rather treat it as waves of pressure that modulate the affective sensorium. The project fascinates me as a viewer and taking part in it would be amazing experiment. I find participation in project where I am part of the challenge of being here and now in urban sound scape, which I perceive on theoretical and practical/body dimension, a way of research and combining experience and theory.

 

Posts:

wake up parasiteNoise Challenge #7: The Cues

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get up AND MOVE
NO(i)uSE
a joy in repetition
a frameWORK
and a parasite 
parasite finds a meal
listen to this sight
A paraSIDE inSIDE
a clue!cue to change
of perspective

butterfly earsNoise Challenge #6: The Eavesdropper

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Listening is like catching a ball, that can be a long, word, short or a sense, a memory, that echo.

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I took part in creating a ballad for Katarzyna Kobro in a feminist round table for Polish artist.

The ballad was performed by 20 women and each of them said it like a personal monologe for a project called a “feminist found table for artist“.

One started and after two lines of text the next started in a form of canon that turned into swarm of voices. An amazing expierience.

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I sensed and listened up the vibe of situation but the recorde picted up word. The one that I remebered the most and was as well beast heard in the recording was a part of ballad that was read by a French woman in Polish. Her accent changes the sound of the world and makes them unheimlish but expreses the most.

she says

You never know what will happen.

Which way to walk.

What to say.

How sacrifice to the Art

SACRifiEetoART

 

BREATHing / INconsistencyNoise Challenge #2: The Little Things

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“As far as consistency of thought goes, I prefer inconsistency.” – John Cage

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BODY as a VASE/as (a) WELL/ ConCENTRATe on what my doing/ Fell and hear inside a VASE/ breathing with rhythm/ BREATH/

 

ANconcentration

 

 

as (a) WELL/BODY as a VASE/I NOTice and I STRESS up/  BREATH/ falls into failure/ sounds of anCONCENTRATION

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“It was after I got to Boston that I went into anechoic chamber at Harvard University. Anybody who knows me knows this story. I am constantly telling this story. Anyway, in that silent room, I heard two sounds, one high and one low. Afterwards I asked the engineer in charge why, if the room was so silent, I had heard two sounds. He said, “Describe them.” I did. He said, “The high one was your nervous system in operation. The low one was your blood in circulation” – John Cage, A Year from Monday, (Middletown:Wesley Univerity Press, 1967), 327.

 

 

pigeonholesNoise Challenge #1: The Pulse

City where I live seems to have two blood stream (I wasn’t born here so it took me awhile to dig into second stream). One that is felt walking beside old buildings, through narrow streets. The part of old town where I live, and almost whole town have unlimited small streets-stream lines that fill from time to time with students, tourists, beautifully dressed old ladies. Each have their own walking beat – fast, slow and relaxed. The street are sometimes overflowed and resemble a state of heart attack. Walking through the park that is around the city center I pass people and hear my own walking beat. There is a rough and cold wind from the river that cuts through everything you wear and gets to the marrow. This are the sound of outside.

On the surface of sounds there are the walking noises, talking noises, tram and car noises, wind noises but beneath are the noise of birds. The heartbeat of the city is really below the ground (Cracow is a city where you always go to the basement to drink and party and there are always stairs). So the heart beat is really hidden beneath and inside building in weird patios. Tenement houses are next to one another and from the street the seam like a straight line, but you have get into them, through the lodge and you find a quite space. Its a shock going form loud outside, overflowed with people, lines of stuffy street into quite inside where pigeons stay and there are sometimes gardens. The patios of tenement houses create a well for the sound and in this recoding of the inside.

The most constant sound come from beneath and inside – pigeons are everywhere (they rarely fly, mostly walk next your feet like a fat rat) and you always hear them. The heartbeat isn’t a place in the city but layer of noises located beneath mechanical tram-communication, wind. It a sound of resonance of earth made by walking that goes into the basement that you drink and talk. Its a part of the hidden space that normally you don’t notice but afters years of living you know which gate to choose when you want to go to the safe, more intimate space of urban organism of city. It’s seems that the city has an wrinkled old-lady body (which resembles a Frankenstein body, when you look and different parts of city), that may fall apart, but it has really good organs, small safe spaces, pigeonholes.