Antonella Eye Porcelluzzi x Deaf Society
The Velocity Of Velocities | Opa Loka Records (CD/DL)
Poet Antonella Eye Porcelluzzi has written and recontextualized her own as well as archival writings, and working alongside composer Deaf Society (Ivan Murlika) they unveil an EP of five completely peculiar tracks that combine a balance of sounds, texts and a whole lot of conceptual atmosphere. The texts, in particular are interesting to note, as are their original authors: Mina Loy (1882 – 1966), was a British artist, writer, poet, playwright, novelist, futurist, feminist. Saint Teresa of Ávila (1515 –1582), was a prominent Spanish mystic, Roman Catholic saint, Carmelite nun and author during the Counter Reformation, and theologian of contemplative life through mental prayer. The results are spoken word woven with ambient drones, and then some.
Broken simply into five numbered parts this opens with a reverent theme, soft ambient to the text, “I died in the past, I live in the future…” The female narrator discusses ego, the limitlessness of the future, life and its limitations. The voice is fairly soft spoken and is integrated with effects that break its words in echo and sublime interventions. It comes off like a sacred text, both in its oration and in its proverbial isms. Part two gets diverted into poppy folk music that sounds like a Victorian skating rink, or sounds made for clog dancing. It’s a most unusual inclusion, but somehow fits the light/dark context here.
Abandon and agony are at the fore on part three. “My agony will be nothing…will transform your world into a stream….destroy the fear.” These poetic words of change seem to become the heart of The Velocity Of Velocities, a record that speaks in five hundred year old words, made for the contemporary ear. The drone is sinewy, caressing the speakers words which fade in and out of resonance and clarity – as if someone from the past, a ghostly spirit, speaks. Part four continues a similar theme, and a groggy humming being, running on fumes as a riveting industrial set of circumstances looms. The moan is a lullaby, and vice versa – but sounds as if it has this great sense of containment.
In the concluding Part 5, the spirit has been disturbed, awaken, whispering of misery and inspiration. Voices sampled atop one another becomes quite haunting. “You can’t restrict the mind’s capacity, therefore I stand not only in acting servitude to my perceptive consciousness, but also to the mechanical reactions of the subconsciousness…” – as the conclusion decays away, this passage gives credence to creativity itself. And this record is pure art in and of itself, to the final breath.