"I long for instruments obedient to my thought and whim, with their contribution of a whole new world of unsuspected sounds, which will lend themselves to the exigencies of my inner rhythm." - June 1917
The interconnectedness of this morning's browsing is a treat. I spent the weekend clearing out my cellar in preparation for it being waterproofed and becoming my study. When I opened my copy of The Poetics of Space on the tram, he talked of the phemonological impact of the cellar and the inhabitant as a diagram of all the houses previously lived in. On the Varèse site I visited there is a diagram he sketched of Poem électronique, which is now my desktop wallpaper. It replaced the album cover I had found a couple of weeks ago at franklarosa.com of a 1950's LP of electronic music.