Ein paar Buchreviews von diesem Jahr...
Ein paar Buchreviews von diesem Jahr...
Okay well... I haven't used this blog in a while, have I?
The thing is, for almost everything I want to say, there usually is a better platform. My thougts about worldbuilding and all related creative thinking (which is more than half of what I do) go to a dedicated forum, where I am also a moderator and part of a community that feels like an extended family with some people I love and some odd relatives that I'd rather not be related to...
I have stopped using youtube, preferring to upload my music on bandcamp. Youtube is owned by Google, and it is also often quite terrible when it comes to performance, because obviously the main goal of such platforms is advertisement and data collection.
I still post on Facebook - which is even more terrible - because some people I can only contact there, so I am stuck a bit - and my small corner is surprisingly calm; I do not engage in debates that suck out my life from my body.^^
I have left twitter since that buffoon took over (you might have heard of it), not that it was ever healthy to be on this platform; it compares well to how people used to imagine Hell to be, with everyone constantly trying to bring out the worst in everyone else...
I do have a mastodon account since earlier this year, and I quite enjoy that one; it is calmer than other places, and I am on a server where I genuinely don't have to deal with nazis and/or terfs. Or "proud nationalists" and "gender critical feminists", as they try to conceal their genocidal intentions.
Anyway, the fediverse is nice, it has a lot of amazing art (seriously, check out mastodon.art), but it seems to be lacking when it comes to music. There is a contemporary-music-group, but the only posts seem to be links to commercial sites like applemusic or spotify and shit like that - is that really where serious composers post their music nowadays? o_0
You can find me at @jundurg@mastodon.lol, if I remember correctly. I do post my music when I upload a piece, and even though a tag like #xenharmonic gets used by basically no one, somebody has to start.
(This is another reason to be on facebook - it does have an active group for xenharmonic music, where I discovered quite a bit of interesting music. There also is a dedicated discord server, but it's too big by now and overwhelmingto me.)
Anyways, lots of words about the state of the internet - what about me?
I currently have less time than ever before, because I started an internship, which will end in January. So, I hope I will get to do more creative stuff again afterward. Amongst those things... I kind of have a HUGE backlog of piano pieces that are in danger of vanishing from this planet because there is no recording and I am starting to lose memory, because I haven't played some of them in years. If I try hard, I usually manage to recover them, but sometimes that fails and it's scary.
So one of the things I would like to do in 2023 is attempt to write some of these down, and focus on those that are important to me - I do not actually want to be upset about forgetting pieces that weren't that important. And for that, I kind of want to have a space to just self-indulgently talk about my music despite not posting any of it - huzzah, there is a need for this blog. ^^
The other music news thing is ... MuseScore 4 just came out, and I may or may not find it useful to make some actually listenable versions of instrumental music. It may very well end up being a disappointment, but I already made a few instrumentations of piano pieces this year in Musescore 3, and a few of them turned out nicely.
Because the xenharmonic plugin I'm using only works on Musescore 3, I will most likely use both versions in parallel - 3 for composing weird cool stuff, 4 for writing down old piano stuff and 12edo instrumental experimenting. I really hope I will be able to do that!
I was meaning to write blog posts about my xenharmonic music that I wrote since October 2021, but I never got around it, so ... you can find it here: https://xoiii.bandcamp.com/ Let me just tell you, unidentified reader, that I had a lot of fun writing these. And MAYBE I will get around to write about them too, but there was always something else to do (including writing the next piece, for example)
I am not sure whether I should blog in English or in German; my update posts used to be in German but I might switch to English mostly.
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That was it for the informational part. Casual readers may stop here, as I just want to lay out what my piano piece situation currently is, and that's probably not particularly interesting if you can't listen to them. :P
The Piano Suites
There are 9 of them in total - in theory, as the 8th is sort of half-unfinished and also doubles as an experimental sonata that I SORT OF intended to get back to at some point. Suites 1 through 5 are gradually more complex early works (it feels weird to call them early, but hey, 2006 is actually a long time ago now, what the heck.) Suite 6 is written shortly before I started composition at the university, and is probably my most radical piano piece (along with No.8); I should in theory have a score of it (because I did show it to a professor once) but I don't know if I still have it. It has one rhythm in it that I have not been able to transcribe at the time and I am not sure if it is even reasonable to try; I might by now have forgotten how I originally played this section in 2008 and so that might be irrelevant.
Suite No.7 is kind of more boring and conventional (except that I did a somewhat reasonable job at variations) and in theory, a score should exist, but I am also not sure where. Suite No.8 is ... idk what the heck it even is, it consists mostly of improvisational parts stuck together. I made a new recording at some point in the last years, to try to work on it again, and push it towards being an actual piece, but idk. Finally, Suite No.9 is a very conservative two-movement thingy that I only recently decided would be No.9 because those two pieces lacked a title and I was like "eh, sort of fits in there".
The Program Music
There is three of them, the first being from 2007 and actually really fun to play, which is why I kind of want to prioritize a bit; then another one from ... also 2007? Those two are following the plot of two absurd theatre pieces, one of which was only a sketch. And the third one is from 2008, and I actually published it at the time, so there is a recording somewhere. It is Bartókian and fun, but I am currently not particularly keen on working on it - I started several times and it turned out to be difficult to write down, and there isn't a high risk of losing this piece, so...
The Sort-Of Program Music ... or just any other pieces, I guess
Those are pieces that don't follow a plot line directly but they have sort of programmatic titles sometimes. Idk. I'm gonna translate them into english, bc why not:
- Castanian Suite: Two movements, VERY Bartókian, and I love them
- Utnapishtim Suite: Two movements (third movement never finished and got lost), title referencing the Gilgamesh Epos
- Three aggressive pieces: I forgot the first two! Which weren't that good, but still. The third one does deserve some attention tho.
- Deep Night Suite: That one sort of does not require attention, as I kind of remade it into a newer project, and there is at least a partial recording somewhere.
- Neverwhere Suite: Same as above; the old version from 2005 is not worth preserving as it got reworked later; the reworked version does need my attention tho, but it will be moved into a different kind of project.
- the very early stuff. My first composition is from 1995 (I was five!) and it not only has a place in my heart but it is actually on the same level as stuff I wrote when I was sixteen. What the heck. There are other early pieces, but they will not get prioritized I think.
- the three late-summer-pieces from 2005... sort of precursors to the Suites, and they do deserve some attention actually. Part of the second piece is lost, I think, but that was kind of intentional, as it was kind of bad.^^
- ... probably more stuff I can't be bothered to look up right now ...
Early Instrumental Music
I wrote a piece for french horn and piano in ~2007, and a piece for cello and piano in ~2008. There should be scores of them somewhere (except the unfinished last movement of the latter) but particularly the horn piece is actually one of my favourites of the time, and I want to have a shiny new version of it.
...
The ongoing stuff
Collections of piano pieces that don't count as finished because I intend to add more whenever I feel like it. First and foremost, the Gunnerkrigg Chords, which can be found on youtube (until I might move them somewhere) and which I might also try to orchestrate a bit. About half of the 50 pieces already got written down properly, I might want to export them from Sibelius to Musescore though because Sibelius has an abominable user interface that I would like to not inflict on myself ever again.
Then there is the Deep Night collection, most of which is also on youtube. These are close to my heart and mostly VERY short. I'd love to have actual scores of them, because I am not able to play them without sheets and the sketches I am using for playing are abysmal. I kind of have memorized where to jump from where to where, and which things to repeat, and oftentimes, half of the piece isn't even written down. In short, it is a mess that I would like to fix.
And finally, the Neverwhere collection, which might get renamed into Shallow Night or something, because I do not want to use a trademark owned by the BBC. These are old pieces reworked and I also intend to add newer stuff here.
Soooooo.....
What should I prioritize? Deep Night needs the attention, because of the horrible state of it's current sketches... but the Deep Night is the summer solstice, and it is winter. It would be hard to get into the right mindset right now.
So maybe some of the earlier pieces ... Castanian Suite perhaps, 3rd and 4th piano suite (both probably being exhausting to work with, because of their weird rhythms and improvisational effects that are hard to transcribe), and throw in the occasional easy piece ... like my very first composition for example. :D
ALSO needed ... um ... replacing the two strings that are missing from my piano for years now. Oops. (There is actually a reason for that, I promised myself that I would only replace them if I had earned money myself) I might run into difficulties because piano string makers want to know what type of string to replace, and I am pretty sure I have thrown at least one of them away, and ... honestly, I'm not sure if the other one has been stuck somewhere inside the piano for a year now. Might be the case. Anyway, I really desperately need to lowest E for just *two* particular pieces, dammit.
Now ... well, I'm gonna check out Musescore 4 over the holidays, and see whether it turns out to be a disappointment or it motivates me to write stuff.
Bloggen ist im Moment etwas, das ich nur selten interessant finde. Wo ich etwas zu sagen habe, sage ich es woanders; wo Leute an mir interessiert sind, folgen sie mir woanders.
Ich habe so zwei, drei Blogposts im Kopf, die ich in den letzten Monaten beinahe geschrieben hätte - etwas über Geld/Wert, etwas über ADHD, und einen Kommentarpost zu meiner Xen-Midi-Sandbox #1. Durchaus möglich, dass davon noch etwas geschrieben wird.
Im Moment bin ich recht comfy damit, dass so circa alle anderthalb Monate sich meine Interessensgebiete radikal verschieben. Dabei kehre ich manchmal zu älteren Projekten zurück, manchmal kommen Interessen wieder auf, die ich zehn Jahre ignoriert habe. Im Februar habe ich plötzlich wieder angefangen, Spanisch zu lernen. Im März und bis jetzt habe ich wieder begonnen, "literarisch" zu schreiben. Derweil liegt die Musik fast gänzlich still - und das ist okay. Bestimmt geht es dann in ein paar Wochen wieder dort weiter. Dieses Jahr will ich irgendwann noch lernen, mit anderen Programmen Musik zu machen.
Es kann auch sein, dass ich hier am Blog über Klarträumen schreibe - es ist leider so, dass ich das letzte bisschen Community hinter mir lassen musste; selbst in der kleinsten Nische haben mich transphobe Argumente und "just asking questions" verfolgt und immer wieder mal getriggert. Trauma ist leider nicht lustig und die Reaktion anderer Leute darauf auch nicht. Ich glaube nicht, dass ich noch einmal zurück kann, und die Trauer darüber braucht auch noch Monate, verarbeitet zu werden.
Aber ich bin halt schon ein Communitymensch, und versuche daher, meine Interessen, wenn sie schon nicht direkt hineinpassen, zumindest peripher dort auszuleben, wo ich auch aktiv bin. Daher ist mein Schreibprojekt jetzt ein bisschen ein Ventil dafür, etwas Klartraumerfahrung einfließen zu lassen und den ganzen Mist zu verarbeiten.
Ich gucke außerdem viel Linkes Zeug auf Youtube, und da finde ich die NFTs und die darum herum entstehenden Phantastereien der Wirtschaftsliberalen und Libertarians spannend; im Winter habe ich endlich David Graebers Geschichte des Geldes gelesen, und ich denke, wir können in diesem Jahrzehnt noch einiges beobachten, wie die Menschheit mit dem Konzept von "wertvoll" kämpft und kämpft. Aktuell weiß niemand mehr so wirklich, was das ist, die nächste Wirtschaftskrise ist also vorprogrammiert.
Nun denn. Irgendwann lade ich davon auch mal was hoch, aber nicht am Blog. Und irgendwann schreibe ich auch vielleicht noch etwas von den geplanten Posts. Mal sehen.~
As I described in the last post ("The Caretaker") I have been thinking about the weights I have taken onto myself as a creative person, and how to deal with them productively (or more precise, how to get rid of them, because they do not seem to serve a purpose anymore).
For my worldbuilding, 2021 has been witness to a pretty substantial change. I had some of the same issues there: Unfinished things, the urge to create a consistent history and maps, and the feeling of "I can't start a new thing unless I have figured out how XYZ works, because if I later change XYZ, everything will have to be changed again". Stuff like that. There other, unrelated issues, but I'm not gonna go into those here.
The important step #1 was: Screw consistency. Screw perfectionism.
But that's kind of the obvious one. And I had already been trying that for years, without success. It's not that easy, apparently.
Today I realized that one thing that I *also* did while throwing out perfectionism, was my attitude towards gaps. When I re-started my worldbuilding, I first made a list with things that would be interesting to explore further. It became apparent that while it would be cool to have a worked-out history timeline, it would also be an incredible amount of work, and not one that I enjoy doing. Yes, I could attempt to write 5000 years of world history, with thousands of cross-references. But then, that would be all I do.
The formula that actually worked: Focus on the things that are actually fun, pick one of them at my own leisure, work on it until it bores me, move on the to the next. My ADHD makes that approach natural to me - I can get hyperfocused on one topic for a week or two, and then it suddenly becomes boring again. Many of my problems came from my attempts to continue and finish stuff when I already had moved on the the next *Shiny Thing* mentally.
But if I do that, then I will leave a huge trail of unfinished stuff. And that thought kind of depressed me. So I need to reframe what it means for something to be unfinished:
~~ Every unfinished thing is an opportunity to later come back and make something new. ~~ Whenever I run out of steam at a current project, I can go back to my pile of unfinished works and pick one, at my own leisure, *not* because I have to finish it, but rather because it sparks my interest.
And sometimes stuff *does* get finished, of course. Because at the time, I want to finish it. I can spend an entire day hyperfocused on a project, until it's done. In fact, my ADHD can make it almost impossible to *not* work on the thing that I am hyperfocusing on.
The main problem that remains is forgetting things. I am mainly unhappy with leaving pieces unfinished because I know that I will forget them and when I come back, find the thing in ruins. Maybe I can solve that by reframing ("It's an opportunity to create a slightly different thing"), maybe not. It's very similar to the consistency issue in my worldbuilding, and there I have the great advantage of just writing things down. That is much harder to do in music, because I have basically zero patience when it comes to making sketches. I write down exactly as much as I need to come back to a piece on the next day, but not enough to come back to it a week later.
(Yes, I am aware that I can also record myself playing, but then I run into the issue that I have basically no motivation to go through a recording later, so it effectively vanishes until I find it, like, 2 years later. Or never.)
Reframing gaps - one more thing that occured to me is that there is a difference in how I approach worldbuilding and music. You see, I don't ever intend to *finish* a world. It's all about having a space to add literally anything I want. Thinking about philosophy? Write about a school of thinking. Thinking about dreams? Write about dreamers and magic, or about prophetic culture, or metaphysics. I can even - and will, probably - create a history of orchestra music for northwestern Duogiana. Worldbuilding, to me, is just about the most flexible creative hobby possible.
Music is obviously different. A friend of mine recently shared the quote "music is the study of invisible relationships between internal objects", apparently some ancient Greek´s opinion (but I do not care who said it. People ain't wise because they lived a long time ago.) I really like that phrasing. When I compose something non-derivative, I sometimes feel like I am working with something very abstract but somehow also very real. And then I "wake up" and have no idea what I just thought about.
Anyway, I got distracted again - the point is, there is no reason to view music as something that *needs to get finished*. Even a finished piece can be interesting enough to further spawn creativity. I'm free to go back to old pieces and extend on what I find there, instead of going "this is finished, I have to make something *entirely new*", a way of thinking that effectively stopped me from writing anything larger for years.
I will probably make lists with possible *fun* projects to do; not necessarily composing, I could also transcribe an older piece, program something, roll some dice, or catalogue and rename older stuff - I've held back from the latter because it seems horribly self-indulgent, but hey, I'm a pretty self-centered person and I'm gonna just own that, because I simply function better this way.
And I have been surprised several times over the last months that sometimes the nerdiest, least accessible stuff actually got the most positive feedback. And sometimes I get none - but if I already enjoyed working on it, who cares? :)
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This blog post came out way less structured than I anticipated. It's more of an explorative thinking-aloud post than a polished essay, and ... well, that's similar to what I was talking about, so on a meta-level that's probably appropriate.^^
I've been on hiatus from playing piano since May; the longest hiatus of my life probably. It started because my wrists were not okay, but I continued it far longer than I needed to. At some point I realized that I don't want to start again exactly where I left off.
From my earliest childhood memories onward there has always been this pressure on me: "Don't wast your talent!". I realize now that I have rarely ever in my life *decided* to compose - most of the time I was more like "I have this idea, I *cannot* let it go to waste, it is my duty to not abandon a good idea". I got asked at my final exams why I, a supposed *serious composer* would spend half my time writing piano music laypeople can understand, and while that question is incredibly snobbish by itself, the answer is not merely "because I like it", it is actually "because I had this idea and I am now responsible for it's survival".
It's like if I lived at the edge of a forest and there is a constant flow of poor wounded forest animals seeking shelter, and I can't just abandon them, so I never leave the house longer than a day or two. Except music isn't alive - or is it?
There were a few times in my life when I had the urge to write music to communicate something that was beyond words, and the pieces I wrote then are those that I am still proud of. My last "true" ensemble piece was written in 2012, and was, ironically, about the impossibility to share a feeling. And then it never got played, because, as it turns out, if you write for oboes and tubas (plural), you won't find anyone that plays your music. So then I stopped. Everything I wrote after that, I either wrote for myself to play, or didn't take as seriously.
Sooooo... now when I re-start composing again, I want to do it on my terms, I want to stop the endless drain of "You can't just abandon this idea, it is good, it deserves to live!". I don't know how. As far as the "easy" music goes, I compose faster than I can write it down, so I will *never* reach a point where I'm done. And at the same time, I spend so much time on that, that I don't have any energy left to ask myself - why?
This isn't a crisis. I could always just go on, and I would make some music that a few people like, and also some other music that *nobody* except me even listens to (seriously, I have youtube videos with 0 views). On my piano, there are sketches for about 10 unfinished "easy" pieces - and already I feel the urge to just go and work on these, "so that they don't get wasted", despite knowing that it will never stop. I have 100+ piano pieces and too many of them I have neither written down or recorded, so the only thing I can do is play them again and again just to hold off the inevitable. Should I just go through them and decide "Okay, you'll gonna die with me"? It's super ironic that one of my favourite composers just literally burned her pieces, if they weren't good enough to her almost impossibly high standards - whereas I go back to stuff I wrote when I was 11 and say "hah, kinda cute, let's save it". And that mentality has even crept into my thinking when I'm composing so-called serious stuff. I just cannot bring myself to delete anything, and it starts to clutter. I spend all my time caring for mediocre stuff and never look further, because the next one is already waiting.
Über den Sommer haben sich meine Handgelenke wieder gebessert, allerdings dauert mein Klavier-Hiatus weiter an - ich habe seit Mai die Tasten nicht angerührt; die längste Pause meines Lebens. Ich will da auch einfach mal einen Cut setzen, eine Erholung vom ständigen Druck, irgendwas musikalisch schaffen zu müssen. Bald endet die Pause aber wohl. Vielleicht gebe ich mir dann auch mal wieder Mühe, mich kompositorisch weiterzuentwickeln, statt "nur" Klavierstück nach Klavierstück in Early-20th-Century Stilen rauszuhauen.
Gerade höre ich Musik von Philippe Hurel, den ich neulich wiederentdeckt hab. Spektralistische Musik hab ich einige Zeit ignoriert, weil viele der Stücke so sehr zum Statischen neigen, zu sehr *nur* den Klang zelebrieren ohne viel damit zu machen - daher hab ich zwar hin und wieder Tristan Murail oder GF Haas gehört, aber nie besonders viel. Aber ich konnte mich immer dunkel erinnern, dass es da auch etwas Interessanteres gab - vor etwa 10 Jahren gab es einmal ein Mini-Festival in der französischen Botschaft in Wien, wo spektralistische Musik präsentiert wurde (meine erste Begegnung damit, das war am Anfang meines Studiums) und da hatte es einen sehr positiven Eindruck hinterlassen. Aber das war die Zeit, bevor es möglich war, quasi alles auf Youtube finden zu können.
Philippe Hurels Musik liegt mir jedenfalls mehr, als Murail ... es ist bewegter, es tut sich auch einmal etwas rhythmisch. (Trotzdem ist es manchmal noch zu statisch, aber weniger schlimm.) Ich mag besonders "Localized Corrosion" - da verschmelzen E-Gitarre und Saxophon zu einem erstaunlich homogenen Duo - und "Figures Libres".
Ansonsten ist mein Hauptfokus darauf, meine körperliche Gesundheit etwas zu bessern, und zu lernen, mit ADHS besser umzugehen, vllt auch auf medizinischem Weg. Neulich habe ich einen Artikel über ADHS aus dem Englischen ins Deutsche übersetzt - das war eine spontane Sache, und es hat mir dann doch recht Spaß gemacht, einfach mal zu übersetzen. Mein Deutsch ist dabei aber dann etwas holprig; ich denke, das ist eine interessante Übung, wieder mehr darüber nachzudenken, wie Satzbau sich in den beiden Sprachen unterscheidet. :)
I manage to get out of my bed and into the dream version of the room I am sleeping in. As usual I spend the first moments establishing the dream, I put as much focus as possible into the sensation of my feet on the floor and move away from the bed, through the rest of the flat, and run outside into the inner courtyard. IRL, there is not much to go after that, a fence would block the way into the garden. In my dreams however, this fence usually doesn't exist, and I can run directly onto the meadow. I can feel the grass under my naked feet - that was another thing I was wondering about recently, how much sensation I really had in my dreams, since I often don't spend any thought on that.
For some reason, I really want to touch some nice cool water. Looking at the closest tree, I decided that there will be water behind it. I go there, and there is a small puddle of water right next to the strunk. I use it to wash my face and enjoy the sensation. I want more water, so I pull deeper into the puddle, but there is just a lot of mud. I take a large junk of mud and put it onto my face, and then onto my hair. I am reminded of Nnedi Okorafor´s novella Binti, where the protagonist comes from a specific Nigerian tribe that uses a specific kind of mud or clay to put it in their hair. On the tree is now a mirror, but a very dysfunctional one: While it sometimes mirrors my movements, half of the time the person in the mirror does slightly other things. I use the mirror to look at my hair, A bit later into the dream, an african person turns up and offers to dance with me for a bit.
I don't usually have dreams that are about foreign places, but the idea of "Africa right behind the corner" had been in my mind, hence the theme. I didn't travel anywhere though, I was just in an unspecified meadow, next to a nice old tree. You could say me putting mud into my hair was technically cultural appropriation of some sorts, but for me it was really just about getting a different sensation. Mud feels really nice, and I can't smear it into my hair IRL without quite some suffering consequences. ;-) Anyway, what I do in my dreams is no concern of ethics - only how and if I write about them is.
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The second thing that made me think about velocity is the experience of speed, and of rapidly changing environments. If I sit in a fast-running train, it is to be expected that things will just woosh past me, and I can't even see them properly. In a dream, this could a bit of a problem, as my mind has to come up with new scenes in a rapid succession. It can do that, but when I fly very fast, I tend to lose contact with my environment after a while, especially since no part of my body actually touches anything besides air, which tends to count as "nothing" or perhaps some sensation of wind.
One way to look at it, would be, that my experience would be similar to someone watching TV; I sit still in a chair, but what I see can be very fast. The dream ultimately is like a virtual reality, but there is no actual space I am bolting through, I just get (some of) the sensations I would have if I did move.
Another dream of today:
As I become aware of my dream-state, I am running on the street, focussing on the feeling of my feet on the ground at first, then eventually deciding on flying. As I move upward a bit, the scene I was in fades away fast, I am accelerating towards the (very beautifully coloured) horizon, while below me, treetops rush past me. At some point, there is very little sensation of actually being there, and it is more like watching a zoomquilt. I did enjoy the changing patterns of pink sky and green leaves though.
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As I write this, I feel I'm more and more unhappy about the sheer number of assumptions I make about what is possible in my dreams, despite knowing from other people´s accounts, that those limits can be surpassed. There are people for whom their dream environment is so stable and unchangable that it behaves way more like a real place than a virtual reality. Why am I deconstructing my dreams to such a degree?
I want to mention that one of my side-goals for pracising lucid dreaming is to get inspiration for my fantasy worlds, in which dreams, while also deeply personal at times, can be actual places. So I'm torn between two contradicting views - one pretends to be scientific (while ignoring some data), the other one pretends to be fantastic (while sometimes being closer to actual experience).
So, where to go? I feel like over-analyzing dreams in that way does not actually help me at all. My plan was to improve my dream-control, and to do that by shredding away my misconceptions about what rules a dream has to follow. But if I'm honest, the dreams I find most interesting are not those where the dreamer is in full control, but those where the dream environment resists manipulation.
So I'd better focus on sensations (as I already did in today´s dreams!) and exploration. I got sidetracked A LOT, holy fuck.
So here's the actual points of this post:
1) There is no point in moving through dreams in a high velocity, unless experiencing velocity is the goal.
2) To travel somewhere is to assume that I am not already there, which may not be necessary at all times.
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Next up, I want to:
a) more sensations! including eating, bc eating lots of food without any concern for health is cool
b) have some actual conversations (it has been a while) like asking people who they are
For the second one to happen, I seem to need a bit more time. My dreams tend to start with me being completely alone (even if I'm in a cityscape), and other people only appear when I got distracted by some other activity. I've had complicated analytical ideas about *why* that is the case, but honestly, I might make more progress by throwing those into a dustbin for now; idk.
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Restricting myself to writing in english is more exhausting than I thought it would be. There is no reason to do so, if I truly do this for myself and not for other people. I thought that writing in a different language than in the past 15 years would force me to think differently, but that doesn't seem to be the case overall.
Future posts will therefore be in whatever language I feel like writing at the time.
Introduction
Back in 2006 I started getting into Lucid Dreaming. I bought books, and started a daily dream journal which I would keep up diligently for half a decade. I joined an online community which quickly became a major influence on many aspects of my life - artistically, spiritually (until I parted with esotericism in the early 2010s), philosophically, politically; I watched and participated in countless debates on the nature of conciousness (on good days), on whether you can actually leave your body (on worse days) and on my own basic human rights (on really bad days). As I met more people personally, my focus slowly drifted aways from Lucid Dreaming itself, naturally, as there is only so much to discuss technique-wise, until you hit the barrier of "yeah it kinda works differently for everyone".
This spring, I finally decided to leave. I really feel like I have outgrown the place. Instead of taking/sharing inspiration, exchanging expertise, helping newbies, all I did was getting drawn into debates, most or all not really worth my time. In the last 15 years, I moved significantly to the queerfeminist left, while the community stayed firmly liberal-centrist, with the occasional leftists, but also occasional far-right "just asking questions" trolls. Add to that the covid-skeptics, anti-vaxxers, creepy misogynists, and just about every flavour of esoteric believers... while certainly entertaining at times, ultimately it ended up a waste of time and energy.
Reboots
I will admit, the last half year has been kinda rough. My physical and mental health went down and my wrists still make it impossible for me to play piano, amongst many other things. But while all that was going on, I made huge progress elsewhere. With writing one of the few things my wrists and my depression consistently allowed me to do, that is where my focus went.
I was unhappy with my world-building for a long time. I was constantly holding myself back in fear of other´s reaction, and there was all this "leftover energy" from not really having a good place anymore to let myself go wild into surreal/metaphysical thinking. Finally, I had enough. Screw this, I told myself, I'm doing what I want, and if people don't like it, or think that I' losing my sanity - so be it.
}{ was born, the anti-world, where no rules of conventional worldbuilding apply other than "everything can happen". I won't go into detail here, I'm just mentioning it because this project was like the bursting of a dam. I don't think I have ever been more productive in my worldbuilding than the last months. I seemlessly went from writing absurdist meta-commentary of my own life to world-building my main fantasy worlds, and from there to a new, more fluid understanding of who I am and what I want. And with that came the realization that I needed to stop wasting my time on people that weren't coming with me anyways.
Go forward, don't look back too much.
Square One
So here I am. Lucid Dreaming.
["Da steh ich nun, ich armer Tor, und bin so klug als wie zuvor..."]
Yesyes, thank you Mr. Goethe! Anyways. I am interested to see whether I can get some of that fascination back that had gripped me back in 2006, when it felt like I had basically discovered an actually working magic. The promise of "endless possibilities" faded away soon, met with the realization that endless possibilities, by definition, also included "kinda mediocre, boring experiences". The worthwile lucid dreams were spread out far between tons of false successes - where I did become aware of my dream-state only to quickly lose control, be dropped in ever-new variations of the same boring empty dreamscape (usually the house where I grew up in), or just in a dark void.
If I have learned something from the last months of worldbuilding, it's that it is always a good idea to check where I am; trying to figure out the issues I am having as precisely as possible. So that is what I want to try next. And while I'm doing that, I might as well see if I can give some basic introductions into LDing for people that have no experience. That is also a good way for myself to find out what I don't know or have never understood properly. Let's see.
Lucid Dreaming 101
So, for all the newbies: What even is lucid dreaming? :)
Well, the basic definition: A lucid dream (LD) is a dream where the dreamer is aware that they are dreaming, and have some control over the dream.
This isn't the only way to define it. Some people consider being aware of the dream-state to be sufficient in order to count as lucid, some people go way farther on the control-side. German pioneer Paul Tholey´s criteria include being able to have full sensations (being able to see, hear, smell, ...), having a good memory of what happened, or even understanding the meaning of a dream while dreaming. ["Klarheit über den Sinn des Traumes"] That last point of course raises the question: Do dreams even have meanings? And if so, what do we mean with that?
I'd say that there is some consensus that lucidity exists on a multi-dimensional scale: One can be fully aware of the dream-state while having poor control, or vice versa be able to navigate through a dream effortlessy while not even thinking about it as being a dream.
Abbreviations
Lucid Dreaming communities have come up with a lot of jargon and acronyms - far too many, honestly - and I'm not sure if I want to use them here. If I force myself to avoid commonly used language it might even drive me towards a better understanding, since often, if you have learned what a word means, you fall into the trap of also thinking that you know a lot about it.
So, just for the sake of giving sort of the minimum, the most common distinction being made is whether one enters a dream directly from waking state (ie staying lucid during falling asleep) or gaining lucidity during an ongoing dream, whether through some kind of sudden realization, or gradually.
The first one is called WILD (wake-initiated lucid dream), the latter DILD (dream-initiated lucid dream). Those terms, as far as I know, were coined by dream researcher Stephen LaBerge, who was also (one of) the first to prove that LDs are actually a real phenomenon to the wider scientific community. Paul Tholey used a similar dichotomy, he wrote about Klarheit bewahrende Technik (technique of staying lucid) and Klarheit gewinnende Technik (technique of becoming lucid).
From there, language evolved over the years, so nowadays a verb to wild could just mean to be in the process of (attempting to) entering a dream-state (and not refer to to be dreaming a dream that was entered directly from waking-state) I should also add that the "directly going from being awake to being in a dream" is something that many dreamers don't actually experience that literally; it can also be about staying just aware enough that you can regain full(er) consciousness when the dream has formed.
And now?
This state of in-between is currently the one that is most interesting to me to pursue - in part because I sometimes only have very limited time to dream between one louder snore of my partner to the next. :D
Another goal is getting access to earlier dreams, the ones that happen when I am still very much asleep, and therefore less at risk of just randomly waking up over and over again.
Lastly, I have to figure out a way to deal with memory. I have a major handicap in that I am quite literally unable to keep a written dream-journal (even if I was super-motivated, which, honestly, I'm really not) because of my wrist issues. That almost forces me into a position where my main focus is the actual dreaming and not so much remembering it. From a journaling, analyzing and re-living perspective that sucks. But I'm gonna try make the best of it, because, in principle, I actually like the idea of putting the focus right there, on the actual thing.
That's it for now. As usual, I cannot promise that I will continue this, but as I have explained, I'm kind of out of places to go with this one interest of mine, so if I have something to say, I might as well do it on a blog - a space that I have more personal control over. Dreams are pretty personal, after all.
J C
Ich hab hier im letzten Jahr praktisch nicht mehr gebloggt. Ich sah keinen Sinn darin - wenn ich etwas von dem, was ich mache, bewerben will, haben Twitter und Facebook den Vorteil, dass es mehr als so ca. 2-3 Personen sehen. Dieser Blog ist ja nicht einmal über Google auffindbar. Da mein gesamter derzeitiger kreativer Output also anderswo besser aufgehoben ist, bleibt für den Blog nichts übrig.
Kürzlich habe ich allerdings eine Community verlassen, in der ich über viele Jahre (mein halbes Leben) aktiv war, weil ich gemerkt habe, dass ich dort nur noch politische Posts verfasse, und dabei hauptsächlich auf Leute reagiere, die meine Aufmerksamkeit nicht wert sind (z.B. Corona-Leugner*innen/Verharmloser*innen), und dabei immer mehr cranky wurde. Das war ne schlechte Entwicklung, also lasse ich das.
Dadurch wird der Themenbereich "Politik" und "Weltbilder" allerdings wieder frei, und ganz ehrlich möchte ich darüber eh nur an einem Ort schreiben, wo es wirklich nur ganz wenige Leute lesen, da meine eigenen Meinungen konstant im Fluss sind. Vielen Leuten in meiner Umgebung bin ich zu linksradikal, einigen Linksradikalen wiederum zu liberal, glaub ich...
Von daher - könnte sein, dass ich dazu mal was poste, entweder auf Englisch oder auf Deutsch. Kann aber auch sein, dass ich es bleiben lasse, ich verspreche nichts. :)
Jundurg
Nach dem Abschluss meines Kompositionsstudiums im Juni fiel erstmal ein Gewicht von mir ab. Ein Abschnitt meines Lebens abgeschlossen, das Komponieren "für die Uni" hat ein Ende. Das hatte es zwar vorher schon, aber dann eben offiziell.
Meine Einstellung zu Musik änderte sich den Umständen entsprechend: Seit Beginn der Pandemie bin ich fast nie alleine zuhause - stundenlang laut Musik hören, gehört der Vergangenheit an, und wenn ich doch Musik höre, dann ist es eine andere, als ich sonst hören würde.
Ich habe das Hören großteils verlegt auf die Zeit, in der ich außer Haus bin; der tägliche Spaziergang an der immergleichen Straße entlang (ausgewählt, weil sie tendentiell noch die ruhigste Strecke bietet, aber auch dort lärmt es teilweise sehr), mit Kopfhörern - den billigsten, die ich kriegen konnte, denn letzten Frühling stand ich finanziell etwas mehr unter Druck.
Soundqualität also - kann ich unter diesen Umständen vergessen. Leise Musik - funktioniert nicht. Und zuhause gibt's erstmal Computerspielmusik, oder Mozart, Schubert, ... nach einer Weile Wiener Klassik war für mich selbst Dvorak zu stressig. Das Ding ist, während einer Pandemie zusammenleben heißt für mich, meinen Gefühlshaushalt stets im Auge zu behalten. Am wichtigsten sind daher die Projekte, die viel Zeit beanspruchen, am besten Programmieren.
Seit Anfang des Jahres tu ich mir auch da schwer, denn meine Sehnenscheidenentzündung hatte sich wieder einmal verschlimmert, und ist auch jetzt noch ein Dauerfaktor. Ich habe wochenlang nicht Klavier gespielt, und konnte auch eine zeitlang nicht tippen. Nächste Woche muss ich mit meiner maroden Hand dann noch zwei schriftliche Prüfungen schreiben...
Aber der Druck, der von mir fiel, kehrt doch auch immer wieder zurück. Mein elf Jahre jüngeres Ex-Ich macht sich bemerkbar, seine großen Pläne geistern in meinem Kopf herum. Ich mache mir Vorwürfe, nicht mehr geleistet zu haben - "meine besten Kompositionen schrieb ich mit 20/21, danach kamen immer nur weitere Sackgassen, .. oder Ausreden" geht mir durch den Kopf.
Ich wurde zur Komponist*in erzogen. Ich trenne mich von dem Gedanken, dass ich eben Komponist*in bin, dieser Essentialismus gehört für mich allmählich der Vergangenheit an. Ich bin nicht, ich mache mich, es ist ein ständiger Akt. "Ich bin, was ich tue" hat leider auch seine toxischen Seiten, denn es wird selbstzerstörerisch, wenn ich aufgrund von exekutiver Disfunktion wieder einmal gar nichts fertigbringe. Als ob ich zu sein aufhören müsste.
Ich habe - eine Weile schon - das Gefühl, als Komponist*in nichts mehr zu sagen zu haben. Das Sagen ist selbst natürlich ein Konzept, das von außen kommt. Nachdem ich 2013 kompositorisch in meinem "eigentlichen" Stil nicht mehr weiterkam, habe ich mich aufs Forschen verlegt; das Einzige, was ich danach noch darin geschrieben habe, sind abstrakte Klavierstücke, mit denen ich manchmal nicht einmal selbst etwas anfangen kann. In meiner Diplomarbeit habe ich ebenfalls versucht, zu erforschen, wie geht Einvierteltakt war meine Frage, und ich glaube, darauf sogar Antworten gefunden zu haben - nur was tun mit ihnen?
Letztes Jahr hatte ich eine zeitlang mit dem Gedanken gespielt, ein zweites Streichquartett zu schreiben. Da tauchen natürlich einige Probleme auf: 1. gehe ich davon aus, dass es nicht aufgeführt werden wird. (Zumal ich auf meinen 2 Celli in der Besetzung bestehe), 2. ist die Situation zuhause einfach nicht dafür geeignet, langfristig ein "hochgeistiges" Projekt zu verfolgen. Dafür müsste ich viele Stunden experimentieren, die Zeit aus den Augen verlieren können - das ist nicht kompatibel mit einem Leben, in dem ich dafür verantwortlich bin, dass zu Mittag Essen auf dem Tisch steht, dass ich einen den Takt des gemeinsamen Lebens vorgebe (von uns beiden zuhause habe ich das funktionierende Zeitgefühl).
Aber vielleicht sind das alles Ausreden. Vielleicht ist die Wahrheit ganz banal: Die Ideen, die ich hatte, waren nicht ergiebig. Ich habe nicht die Geduld, einer Idee nachzugehen, die mich nicht packt. Und mich packt so schnell keine musikalische Idee mehr, ich hab zu viel gehört, zu viele Richtungen schon probiert. Das klingt jetzt alles sehr depressiv - natürlich spielt psychische Gesundheit auch hinein - aber letztlich ist es allem dem geschuldet, dass ich praktisch denken will. Die Bedürfnispyramide ist umgefallen, es ist jetzt eine andere Seite unten. Ich lebe nicht mehr für die Kunst, sondern maximal neben der Kunst. Das tut mir in erster Linie aber gut.
Meine Transition ist ein Weg des ständigen Mich-neu-Erfindens. Also ist es immer möglich, eine andere Richtung einzuschlagen, selbst mein(e) Name(n) steht nicht fest, auch wenn ich sie kürzlich offiziell habe eintragen lassen.
Aber jede Identität existiert nur im Gegenüber mit anderen Menschen, und es ist ein eigenartiger Fakt meines Lebens, dass ich unter meinen näheren Freund*innen praktisch keine Musiker*innen habe. Die Musik ist zwangsläufig damit etwas, das ich alleine praktiziere. Oder alleine höre, denn niemand um mich herum hört Musik in einer ähnlichen Weise wie ich.
Zu Jahreswechsel hab ich "xenharmonische" Musik entdeckt; Mikrotonalität interessiert mich schon eine geraume Weile. (Um sie hören zu lernen, habe ich mein Gehörbildungsspiel AuralQuest programmiert.) Ich vermute, dass mein einzig praktikabler Weg, damit zu experimentieren, wieder General MIDI Standard sein wird, mit einem Notenschreibprogramm, das nicht darauf ausgelegt ist. Anstrengend also. Aber ich traue mich nicht, damit anzufangen, denn ich versuche nach wie vor, meine Hände möglichst wenig zu belasten. (Reines Tippen ist einigermaßen möglich, aber mit der Maus arbeiten riskiert Schmerzen) Mein Körper schränkt mich ein...
Nun denn. Dieses Üpdäätle hat keinen sehr positiven Ton. Tatsächlich hatte ich einige dieser Gedanken während depressiver Tage. Aber mir geht es aktuell nicht schlecht. Ich glaube einfach, dass ich mich von meinen hohen Ansprüchen lösen muss, von den ganzen toxischen Gedanken über Kunst und Künstler*innen, die für ihre Kunst leiden müssen, und so weiter. Wie gesagt, ich wurde zur Komponist*in erzogen, von klein auf, seit ich mich erinnern kann. Aber ich kann auch auf all das, was ich geschrieben habe, zurückblicken und sagen: Hey, ist doch einiges. Der Anspruch, etwas Weltbewegendes zu schreiben, oder auch nur etwas, das von einer etwas größeren Zahl an Personen gerne gehört wird - das scheint mir ein schales Ziel, das nur zu Frust führt. Und davon möchte ich mich eben lösen.
Jetzt hab ich nur über Musik geschrieben, dabei hab ich doch so viele Ambitionen in anderen Feldern, die mir genauso unnötigen Druck machen. Dass ich etwas schreibe, mit dem ich selbst zufrieden bin, scheint auch nicht wirklich drin zu sein. Und Politik ... ist mir so wichtig, und gleichzeitig merke ich auch hier, dass ich nicht dafür gemacht bin. Philosophie? Pffft. Es hat mir Spaß gemacht, über Atheismus zu schreiben, aber momentan würde ich hauptsächlich über Atheisten schreiben wollen, und über das Versagen dieser Szene, eine positive Kraft in der Welt zu sein.
Ja, ein Teil von mir hungert geradezu nach Philosophie und Kunst. Aber welche? Ich weiß es nicht. Ich kann nicht mehr daran herangehen wie in meinen frühen Zwanzigern, einfach mal ein dutzend Räder neu erfinden... nicht nur weil ich älter geworden bin, sondern auch weil sich das Internet verändert hat; überall gibt es Content, so viel davon; statt selbst nachzudenken, kann ich "Mereologie" googeln und feststellen, dass ich gar keine Lust habe, mich stundenlang einzulesen in ein Gebiet, über das ich zuvor fröhlich fabuliert habe.
Meine Güte, klingt das alles jetzt nach einer Krise.^^ Dabei ist es mehr ein bestimmter Punkt einer Entwicklung, die sich schon über Jahre vollzieht, und die mich großteils zu einem besseren Menschen gemacht hat; ruhiger, und geerdeter.
Dann sollte ich positiv anmerken, dass es ein kreatives Feld gibt, in dem ich derzeit zufrieden mit mir bin, und das sind Spiele. Ich bin extrem froh darüber, dass ich AuralQuest fertiggestellt habe, noch dazu in einer recht kurzen Zeit. Ein Brettspiel habe ich über Weihnachten auch gebaut; und aktuell arbeite ich - recht unregelmäßig - an einem Echtzeitstrategiespiel. Das hakt an vielen Stellen, vielleicht wird dieses Projekt auch nichts; einerlei, ich bin glücklich, etwas schaffen zu können, das gespielt wird.
Wenn ich wieder mehr komponiere, will ich es anders angehen, als bisher. Ich kann mein frustriertes Herumsuchen gerade nicht leiden, ich will spielen!