#callido

[reliving-elegy]

Recursion

Easy not to take responsibility for suffering, when you distract others from its origin.

Easy enough to fall on the blade, when old wounds leave open passages.

Easy to speak as though tomorrow never comes, when you refuse to see the moon pass overhead.

Easy for you to say you're sorry, when you don't remember the feeling.

But I will make you remember.

[reliving-elegy]

[[Rip her apart.]]

[Show her ragged and weeping in the wake of loss, ravaged by betrayal. ] [Tear out her soul for the bitter amusement.] [May she know why they fell to bane.]

[daviddubnitskiy]

Irena Callido

[lesser-known-composers]

Peter Cornet (ca.1575 - 1633): Courante ·

Luca Scandali, organ

(Organo G. Callido, Op. 118 - 1776 - Chiesa Parrocchiale S. Agostino)

[the-context-is-important]

"Neighborhood Watch" Irena Callido by David Dubnitskiy

[abr]

Ti sbagli: gli italici GIOCANO DI ANTICIPO.

Come? O son comunisti, quindi scendendo in piazza a fianco di Hamas ooopps del Popolo Palestinese con tutti i distinguo del caso, contro i CRIMINI DI GUERRA (sic !!!!!) di Israele.

Oppure recuperando dalle tarme le divise da Balilla del nonno, senza far coming out antiebbraico (una di queste mi fa: guarda che io ci ho anche delgi amici ebrei! Come si diceva per i neri o gli omo, prima di dire che han rotto le palle) ma ululando comunque a mani alzate disarmate: "i bambini son tutti innocenti uguali - mo' o segno - quindi né con gli arabi ma nemmeno con gli israeliani".

Siamo furbacchioni noi, eredi del callido Ulisse, quello cui Polifemo promise di mangiarlo per ultimo: intanto qualcosa si scova.

[marcogiovenale]

la gente che conte

Specchio Mondadori. c’è bisogno di spiegazioni? bastano i chiodi in copertina. un callido estratto: Oh vita, te ne pregoabbi con me la manoleggera.Non accanirti contro chi ti ha amatotanto e senza ragione,come sempre chi ama amare deve.D’ora in avanti scendi nevesui miei capelli già bianchie come il vento l’erbaaccarezza i miei fianchi.Lascia che si rimargininotutte quelle feriteche tu mi hai…

[personal-reporter]

Biennale Musica 2023 a Venezia

Biennale Musica 2023 si terrà a Venezia dal 16 al 29 ottobre, con come filo conduttore la Micro-Music ed è diretto per la terza volta da Lucia Ronchetti, una delle principali compositrici italiane di oggi. Il programma del Festival è dedicato al suono digitale, tra tendenze stilistiche e ricerche creative innovative sulla scena musicale internazionale. Installazioni, performance e forme online: numerose prime assolute commissionate dalla Biennale di Venezia e coproduzioni con i principali festival internazionali. La Biennale Musica si compone di sei diverse sezioni, Sound Microscopies; Sound Installations/Sound Exhibitions; Stylus Phantasticus-The Sound Diffused by Venetian Organs; Club Micro-Music; Sound Studies e Digital Sound Horizons. L’evento prevede le prime assolute di opere di Brian Eno, che darà qui inizio al suo primo tour da solista e riceverà il Leone d’Oro alla carriera 2023 per la sua ricerca della qualità, la bellezza e la diffusione del suono digitale, accompagnata dalla concezione dello spazio acustico come strumento compositivo. Il progetto Shipse Nothing Can Ever Be The Same   prevedono una retrospettiva di Eno attraverso interviste, progetti di videoarte, conferenze, performance, documentazione del backstage di concerti ed eventi artistici. Miller Puckette riceverà il Leone d’argento 2023 per l’ideazione e lo sviluppo dei software Max/Msp e Pure Data, due dei più importanti programmi per il trattamento del suono in tempo reale e la sintesi di suoni digitali. Saranno inoltre presentate l’opera dell’ingegnere e compositore Robert Henke (Commodore cbm 8032), più una nuova produzione del ciclo Professor Bad Trip di Fausto Romitelli. Il concerto inaugurale sarà aperto da As I Live And Breathe di Morton Subotnick, che elaborerà in tempo reale il suo respiro e i gesti vocali secondo tecniche avanzate di esecuzione elettronica così da creare un ambiente tecnologico unico. Andrea Liberovici e Paolo Zavagna (Sound Of Venice Number Two) presenteranno un nuovo progetto che indaga il paesaggio sonoro veneziano, ispirandosi all’iconografia e ai documenti d’archivio. Anche Anthea Caddy e Marcin Pietruszewski (Love numbers), Tania Cortés (1195), Alberto Anhaus (Colonization – Sea Invasion), Louis Braddock Clarke (Weather Gardens) parteciperanno con opere sonore per specifici spazi della città di Venezia. Dieci nuove produzioni di College Musica faranno parte del programma del Festival in una sezione autonoma, intitolata Digital Sound Horizons, che  esplorerà il presente e il futuro dei confini dell’interazione tra scienza, tecnologia e creatività musicale. Wolfgang Mitterer, John Zorn, Andrea Marcon e Luca Scandali si esibiranno nelle Chiese di San Giorgio, San Salvador e San Trovaso e nel Conservatorio Benedetto Marcello tra gli organi costruiti a Venezia da Gaetano Callido, Pietro Nacchini, Franz Zanin e Jürgen e Hendrik Ahrend. Quattro lezioni su Rai Radio3, a cura di Paola Damiani e condotte da Giovanni Bietti, indagheranno il repertorio organistico della Scuola veneziana del Cinquecento. Infine, ci saranno progetti in forma installativa, programmi compositivi online ed eventi in forma di concerti che vedono l’utilizzo delle nuove tecnologie legate al suono digitale a cura di Jaehoon Choi, Lydia Krifka Dobes, Fabio Machiavelli, Estelle Schorpp, Severin Dornier, Leonie Strecker e Alexis Weaver, Brigitta Muntendorf, il collettivo formato da Guy Ben-Ary e Nathan Thompson. Read the full article

[montecorriere]

Organi storici montecosaresi

ORGANO CALLIDO La chiesa Sant’Agostino di Montecosaro contiene un prezioso organo storico realizzato nel 1792 (data desunta dalla “legenda” con i consigli di registrazione) dal “professor d’organi” Gaetano Callido. Nato ad Este nel 1727 e morto a Venezia nel 1813, il grande organaro costruì ben 430 organi, in Italia, a Malta e in Turchia. La cassa lignea dell’organo presenta timpano e paraste…

[ruiner32]

[reliving-elegy]

Indefinition

Beyond the scope of reason resides another, lying in anticipation. The Lesser Son peers through their servant's sight, having known this eventuality a thousand-thousand times. But this- this was certainty, at long last. The final portent he would foretell upon his enemy The first act, seen for its true cruelty.

You see it now, stranger-brother. What you affected upon us is reflected upon you. Agony as deep as the pit that devoured us. You cannot hide from this. You cannot divide or consume it. You cannot fight this. You cannot change this. As we were afraid of what could be, so shall you fear what follows. There are no words for what you are. For what we were. Struggle. Fail. Scream. Fall silent. Let yourself be still. Then lapse. Know that moment again. Again. AGAIN. AGAIN, YOU SHALL KNOW SORROW AND FAULT.

For an eternity beyond measure of word will you know suffering. As I do. As I will. Yet, for all the pain I have met in endless unreality, I can offer no pity. I have none to spare..

[queenjunoking]

Wolf Taming pt 45

CW: Noncon - Petplay - abuse - weight gain

I didn’t even notice we had left the barn right away, I was just trying to process the information Eos had dropped on me. I didn’t think Z was a particularly safe or stable person to be around, but I didn’t think she was capable of something like that.

But on the other hand, did she even do anything wrong? She had been like me, someone had kidnapped her off the street. The difference was that she escaped by any means possible while I didn’t. I hadn’t woken up between getting captured and arriving in Z’s basement, but I couldn’t deny that I had several chances to try and overpower Z that I didn’t take. The one chance I did take I ruined by gloating.

I told myself I didn’t want to lower myself to Z’s level. But Z’s level was doing anything it took not to be where I was now. Z did whatever it took to get what she wanted. Even after I was captured I held back.

“Thoughts, Callidora?” Eos’s voice interrupted my thoughts.

I realized there was sun shining on me. I looked around and it looked disturbingly like a farm. The area here was fairly open. I could see two barns and a house. I was expecting the house to be bigger for some reason, but it looked like a large farmhouse. A bit more modern maybe. I had no idea how something like this couldn’t have been found.

The cracks in this serene landscape started to show as I started to pick up on the activity. I saw some stablehands running about between the barns. The regular ones appeared to wear red jackets. There were some wearing black and white versions of their outfits, but I wasn’t sure what the different was yet.

It wasn’t until Eos took me further down the path that I saw others like me. Outside the barns were various pens. Each of the small pens were circular and had a pole in the center that had an arm coming off of it. I saw one one of them in action. There was a slender, but muscular, man was hooked onto some cables in the pen, forced to keep walking in circles as one of the stable hands in black shouted at him to raise his knees higher.

It suddenly sunk in that the ones in black were probably the personal handlers that Lucky and Clover were talking about. Given the plans Eos had for me, I would probably be stuck in one of those eventually. As we walked I saw more people dressed like ponies. Both men and women being taken from place to place. Some being given instructions, some being punished. I watched as one was strapped to what appeared to be a modified wheelchair that her handler was sitting in. I watched the handler crack the reins and the woman tried her best to pull the cart.

“It’s awful.” I finally said. The idea that anyone could think this was ok disgusted me.

“Well, we’ll see if you still think so in a moment.” The path Eos took me on went from the open area of the farm into the woods. I couldn’t imagine what could possibly be here. It took another few minutes of silent walking before I saw what it was.

A third barn.

“My farm is mostly known for the horses. We do other things here as well though.” A few stable hands were working on some machine outside of the barn as we approached. When they noticed us they quickly got up and opened the door so we could pass. Eos didn’t even acknowledge them. “If you don’t want to be a pony, Callidora, this is the other option I’m going to give you.”

The inside was horrifying.

The barn was lined with women all locked into metal frames. They were bent over, arms locked in the frame by their side, legs spread far apart. They had strange proportions. I could tell that, even if they could stand, they would have problems walking, they were far too topheavy. It took me a minute to realize that they probably weren’t removed from the rigs often. They probably had to learn to sleep like that, never being allowed to sit, lay down or stand up fully.

There were all kinds of tubes on them. I could see one going into each of their mouths, I had to assume they were sealed in there somehow since none of them were spitting them out. I could see ones inserted that were obviously meant to remove wastes. I heard one near me groan as some liquid started to come down the pipe and into her mouth. Given her reaction, I doubt it tasted very good.

Their wear was just an insult to injury. Each had a heavy cowbell around their neck. I could see each was wearing a headband with cow ears and horns on them. Most were wearing leggings with cow print on them.

I watched as one of the stablehands pulled a pair of clear cups out of a machine next to the poor woman’s stall and attached them to the breasts. I could hear the woman moan as I heard the machine start pumping. I looked at the woman, but she avoided my gaze the best she could.

I didn’t need Eos to tell me what they were. I knew what she was doing here. “These women are cows.”

She turned around and smiled at me. “Very good, Callidora. The Society has made a lot of medical advancements that aren’t really available to the public. One of which is simply referred to as the ‘hucow’ formula. It has various stages. A low dose can simply cause breast growth, it's something even Society members will use if they want a bit of a bigger bust. We also use it on show ponies in low doses. But if you stay on it for too long, it starts to cause lactation. Of course this kind of breast growth, along with the lactation results in more calorie intake. We’ve found it easier to just keep them locked in their stalls then to let them walk about. For the production level I desire, most couldn’t walk normally anymore anyway.”

Z was one thing, she was dangerous but she was an isolated incident. The ponies at least got to move around and get looked after. This on the other hand.

This was too much for me.

I felt the tears stinging my cheeks. “Why would you do this?”

“There is a market for everything, Callido-” Eos was cut off by one of the women moaning loudly. I saw one of the stablehands back up, a bit surprised. I could see the vibrator in her hands. I could put two and two together. She sighed and turned back towards me. “Plus there are some pleasurable parts of this job. I make sure the stablehands give each of these cows a few orgasms a day to keep them feeling good. Plus, another side effect of the formula appears to be that nipple stimulation feels very good. I’m sure each of these cows would hate to admit it, but I know they all just want their next milking to happen as soon as possible. The food having drugs in it that keeps them in a heat state doesn’t hurt either.”

“Talk to them a lot?” I was angry. But I couldn’t summon it. I was sad and scared. Eos said this was my other choice.

“Of course not, those tubes never come out of the mouths of these cows.” She gave my leash a tug and I just decided to follow her. Whatever would let me leave this horrible place the fastest. “I have one more sight to show you before you make up your mind.”

She walked me towards a door at the end of the hall. I stared at the ground so I didn’t have to look at these women anymore than I had too. I heard the door open and watched as we walked through. I didn’t lift me head until we were out of that area of the barn.

I regretted it immediately. There was only one woman in here. She was in a similar rig that every other woman was, but it seemed to be more padded than the other rigs. There was something special about this woman apparently. I watched her lookup, a blank expression on her face.

I gasped as it clicked into place who she was.

“I thought you might recognize her, Callidora. Audrey Whitlock. She was the Olympic gold medalist that went missing shortly after the closing ceremonies a few years ago.” Audrey tried to look back down, but Eos held her head up.

“Moo?” Audrey said out loud, looking at Eos. The blank look on her face never went away. She looked like she had mentally checked out a long time ago. In a way I was happy for her, she might not be aware of what was happening to her.

“Audrey here was an experiment that made me quite a bit of money. I’m not going to bore you with the details. I honestly don’t care about them much myself, I’m not a biochemist. She has the honor of being the first in a line of cows here that have had some modifications done to them to not only make their milk creamier and much tastier, but produce much more of it.” I watched Eos stroke Audrey’s hair. She closed her eyes and leaned into it like she was enjoying it. “Audrey is the sole producer of the milk used for my Gold Medal chocolates. They’re very indemand, I sell each one for thousands of dollars a box.”

Every word made me feel more numb. I knew Audrey’s story. She was one of my heroes. At one point I thought about what I could do to become an olympian because of her. When she vanished I just… couldn’t dream of filling her footsteps anymore. She had vanished and no one could find her. To think this is where she had been for years, having all of this done to her. It hurt more than I thought it would.

I watched as one of the stablehands approached. “Would you like us to wait to feed her. Mistress Eos?”

“No, go ahead.” She stepped to the side as the stable hand lifted her head back up. Audrey mooed again before a large plug shaped thing was pressed into her mouth and secured around her head. I watched a greyish liquid make it’s way from a nearby tank into her mouth.

I watched this for a bit, Eos made no move to pull me away or say anything. I could feel new tears streaming down my cheek as I watched my hero just… locked away like an animal. Spending her days being constantly fed and milked. This was her life. She had been here for years.

“I…” My throat felt raw as I tried to speak.

“Hm? Did you say something, Callidora?” Eos turned away from Audrey and turned to face me.

“I want to be a pony.”

[lesser-known-composers]

Giovanni Battista Martini (1706-1784) - Sonata in sol minore op. 2 n.5 (Preludio - Allegro - Adagio - Allegro - Sarabanda).

Registrazione live effettuata il 17/06/2011 presso la chiesa di San Trovaso a Venezia. Organo di Gaetano Callido costruito nel 1765.

Leonardo Carrieri, organo

[the-context-is-important]

"Neighborhood Watch" Irena Callido by David Dubnitskiy

[brunobrad]

La sfida...? La sfida!

La sfida…? La sfida!

La propaganda USA e – per immediata conseguenza – i titoli dei colossi mediatici internazionali tendono ad accreditare l’incombere di uno scontro armato tra l’Occidente (sì, quello che esporta democrazia) e la Russia, per respingere un attacco all’Ucraina che nn passerebbe per la testa di nessuna entità senziente, tantomeno del callido Putin, in grado di calcolarne facilmente gli effetti…