A Very Short Space of Time Through Very Short Times of Space


for Flannau Duo (pno + perc)(12')

Program Note:

“Stephen closed his eyes to hear his boots crush crackling wrack and shells. You are walking through it howsomever. I am, a stride at a time. A very short space of time through very short times of space. Five, six: the Nacheinander. Exactly: and that is the ineluctable modality of the audible. Open your eyes. No. Jesus! If I fell over a cliff that beetles o’er her base, fell through the Nebeneinander ineluctably! I am getting on nicely in the dark. My ash sword hangs at my side. Tap with it: they do. My two feet in his boots are at the ends of his legs, nebeneinander. Sounds solid: made by the mallet of Los demiurgos. Am I walking into eternity along Sandymount strand? Crush, crack, crick, crick. Wild sea money. Dominie Deasy kens them a’.
Won’t you come to Sandymount,
Madeline the mare?
Rhythm beings, you see. I hear. Acatalectic tetrameter of iambs marching. No, gallop: define the mare.
Open your eyes now. I will. One moment Has all vanished since? If I open and am for ever in the black adiaphane. Basta! I will see if I can see.
See now. There all the time without: and ever shall be, world without end.”
— James Joyce, Ulysses (“Proteus,” lines 10-28)



Performance History:

  • Forthcoming