Mindaugas cues me in that Brandon is having a closing performance at a show/installation that he’s got over at General Public, just a few blocks away on Schoenhauserallee. So I wander over for the event, it’s nice to see Brandon, and he seems to be doing well — teaching in Bergen at the Academy, living in Berlin, and being very productive with Errant Bodies, with a new book just out (he later generously presents me with a copy).
The installation that is up is provocative, complex, suggestive of … a thing lost, or unattainable … or a sense, a state attainable only through an internal chanting, vocalization, a transformation into embodied be-ing. His writings on sound have always perplexed me. They are, or seem, in the sense of my own self-deception, to be the essence of ineffable absence. Framing sound as being in all instances a fading and thence lost essence of presence. Is this absence a ‘teaching’ absence, a conscious removal that allows another reality to gestate for the Other? Silence-that-communicates is a becoming. The show is replete with silent sonic and visual cues that allow.
