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Dingbats
08:13
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should we convince ourselves that the world is smaller than it used to be?
having a drink can make the world seem smaller
should we convince ourselves that the world is smaller than it really is?
sex can turn the world into this nest
should we convince ourselves that we can be alone if we want to be?
or watching this film (or anything else) (on any screen at all)
should we convince ourselves?
making art helps me shrink the world into something I can deal with
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in the tunnel made-up winds are
funneling towards Brooklyn
white noise focused, nameless voices
calling out wordlessly
overhead the train rolls so loud for so long
still trapped in man’s creation
overhead the train rolls so loud
and those white noise voices always ask if
Womankind had built this transportation
would it be more elegant?
would it have hung suspended mid-air
and not tunneled through the rock and clay?
they ought not tunneled through it anyway
if Womankind had had a say
in how these trapped souls white-noise voices
came into play
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Welcome to Painterland
07:08
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sirens of doubt and unease
drowning the memory of sleep achieved
of evenings perched
a distance away from our dreams
what I believe falls to nothing
when thoughts like these uninvited
are cited, ten thousand nights
we lurch towards a state of reprieve
calm were the nights before these
when we accepted what we couldn’t see
halfway believing we’re part of the rainfall
we become part of the chord
what I believe in the daylight
makes me forget how at nighttime
I resign but still cannot find
a way in or out of extremes
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Death Rose
08:40
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in my opera situation
the voices are all mine
a troubled marriage
of words and music
human voices
are just white noise
methodically I lay down my plans
and then the choice of this over that
thought constructions made
questions asked and batted back
I have to deserve that moment of wildness.
oh, to even be near it
to feel and hear it
my favorite moment of wildness.
no notes, no phrases
the volume’s head it raises
just one self-obliterating emotion
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White Rose
04:07
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a curveball is a trick
hard to hit
traveling in a straight line
a sudden drop
a curveball
I throw until I reach the point
on my own slow curve
points that point
to a stage of growth
what is life without a point?
even a curve, it has a point
I have been shaped by that point
almost as much as I have been cast by the drop
what could I have done?
the build up took too long
to stop the drop
could I have prevented the drop
could I time it right for a change
could I bring it back to the middle
could I time it so to succeed
could I time it right to make contact
though my timing never relieves… me
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The Rose
08:56
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her one-ton dwelling
had already been taken away
and thus diminished
to a point
youth and energy, good health, resilience,
family and flock
all waned
after the drop,
I will recover and build again
I want to move on
to smaller things
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Coda - The Removal
07:40
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Sanctus, Sanctus
Dominus Deus Sábaoth
Sanctus, Sanctus
Dominus Deus Sábaoth
Pleni, Pleni sunt caeli
Terra gloria tua, gloria.
Hosanna in excelsis
Hosanna in excelsis
Benedictus qui venit
In nomine Domini.
(Latin liturgical text, anon.)
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Dana Lyn Brooklyn, New York
Brooklyn-based multi-instrumentalist, composer and visual artist Dana Lyn has worked with Stew, Taylor Mac, Hank Roberts,
Vincent D'Onofrio, Brooklyn Rider, Kyle Sanna, and Palaver Strings, among others.
She was an awardee of the 2018 American Composers Forum Create Commission, a recipient of a 2020 NYFA Women’s Fund Award for Media, Music and Theater and a Sundance Composer Lab Fellow in 2021.
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