Raymond Dijkstra ~ Ce Phénomène Negatif d'une Manière Satisfaisante (This Negative Phenomenon of a Satisfactory Manner)  (2015) 
 NIvRITTI MARGA

 

 

 




I remember having walked that Road adorned with beautiful old Oaktrees in my Hometown in Friesland… the Road swirling through a Landscape now filled with old big 19th Century Houses, some in Jugendstil Style, others in a more Classical Style, but everything was softly pulsating… It was covered in Strangeness and my Walking was slow…

I remember sitting as a young Boy in Primary School at my School Desk, staring at my Hands seemingly much further away than Physically possible… They looked as if 5 Meters away from my Point of View and my Head felt somewhat disconnected from the Rest of my Body...

I remember being in a Room. In front of a Mirror. I wanted to go somewhere and tried to do my Hair in a Bun. A great Part of my Hair got loose from my Head, but stayed together, like a living Wig. I couldn't get it into a Knot. At a certain Moment I put the separate Part aside and the Rest on my Head, but I looked like some Sort of Transvestite with Bebop Hair and a strange (blonde) Wig. I searched for the Part of my Hair which I'd put aside, but couldn't find it in any Way. Mum and Dad wanted to go somewhere with some Kind of small Car, to search for my Hair, but I was the only one with a License and I couldn't drive because I'd lost my Hair…

I remember climbing with a large Group of People inside a big Department Store, onto a steep Path (45Ëš)(instead of a Staircase which should have been there) to the second Floor of the Building. We held ourself to Parts of the Railing so as not to fall down. It reminded me of a Department Store in my old Hometown, only much bigger. Everywhere I looked was Sand and a lot of Dogshit. We visited the Place because it was said there would be some rather big Birds. I told a Friend (to clarify which Bird it was) in a Piece of Varèse there was a Bird who we could spot here, but I couldn't remember it's Name. He wasn't acquainted with Varèse well enough to tell me which Bird it was… I told a Girl in Front of me, (who'd let me pass before her in the Meantime) that just before we would be Upstairs, the real Test would only than come, namely, if we'd really be such good Soccer Players (It was a Joke of me...) Arriving Upstairs, my Friends had suddenly disappeared, as I assumed they were looking at Something, Somewhere. The whole second Floor looked more like a giant Soccer Field (as far as the Eye could see), somewhere outside (there were no Walls). I went to the Dressing Room to get into my Soccer Uniform.


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Hardcover Linen Box, Hardcover Linen Box with Original Artwork, Softcover.

Composition and Instruments: Raymond Dijkstra
Voice: Frédérique Bruyas
Monochord on A1, A2, B2: Timo van Luijk

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