...should we still utilize language in its current key, with its current
finalities, we shall die without ever knowing the real name of the day. 
Julio Cortázar, Rayuela (Hopscotch, trans. Gregory Rabassa)

Night, the myriad rustle of tiny wings. Heard lapping water of the inland seas. 
Thomas Wolfe, Look Homeward, Angel 

The starting point for this composition is an imagined, very subtle sound, like spotted silence; the topicalisation of noise as a background. Noise is specific to each space, as also is the related dialectic of silence and sound.

Several aspects of my composition:
– the human voice is combined with electronic sounds, partly synthesised; these two musical planes are placed in a semantic context; 
– an attempt to deprive language of meaning: language as sign, as 
sound, as an ornament (?); 

– polytextuality and multilingualism; 

– fragmentary nature and apparent shapelessness, also as a tool of precognition (?). 

Joanna Woźny