The Riot of The Rite//what rights does spring have in the fall of global winters:none.

The dissonance of the people, and obo

‘O, boo’ who who

Squealed higher than supposed

The presupposed position of where they were to be

And did the dancers forgo

trained civility

Barbaric barricades broken boughs

That they themselves should cut

Razored.

And the crowds

Jarring.

Uproar. chaos hubbub hoo-ha brouhaha

A dissonance to rise above the

Monotone.

Provoke another wave

How dare they break

the facade

delicate

between our separate stations

Of human qualities

Shattered before our eyes see

The eve of (which/this) war

Borders shuddered in their nations

Shattering our mirrors

Of who we thought

We to be

Are we still to trust ourselves

When we can no longer note

Foretale the next play

next stanza

Dead. whose mans, huh?

Baboons stealing kazoos

Tattooing grapefruits in basements

The perversity peering through

As the musiczoologist noted:

They’ve got eyeholes of buttons

Buttons of fuck

Doing botanical arrangements

While contemplating  

Dentists in distant space

Our contemporary Astrobotnia

Constellated in constellations, the

Jumeaux d’Aphex

Stravinsky, Nijinsky

Discordance in discordia is the

Only form of orderly

The only way to stand

     ( .incite a riot. )

Infect disorder in

Facades of false order

*Notes: This pieces inspired By Stravinsky's Rite of Spring, written and performed with the Choreographer Nijinsky on the eve of WWI. During its opening night, many folks were astounded, some upset, some offended, and some in awe of something absolutely new. Either/or, the consensus seems to be that it broke the presumptions of what people expected in music and movement. I find that breaking form and contrived regulations, rules, structures, scaffoldings, neural pathways, rote exercises, is a form of freedom. That to create something different then normality leads to evolution and progression, maturation in its highest form.

A few artists/ musicians of this contemporary time ( 2010-2017) are noted in this piece of ‘prose/ experimental writing’ as I feel they also exemplify what Stravinsky was expressing in some ways with his Rite of Spring. They are: Fuck Buttons, Astrobotnia, and Aphex Twin. I've really enjoyed the movement towards ‘Noise’ “music”, because I get a similar sensation in my body that I do when listening to Stravinsky's music post Rite of Spring. It's almost a dissolution of formal molecular boundary, and the creation of new neural pathways. It shakes you up in some way, and I appreciate that. It's good to feel alive, when our society and colonization continues to provide ‘opium for the masses-i.e.’ anxiety&apathy’ as it wages its wars to continue its consumptive sickness. We will never be full until we are whole.

CASSANDRA KIKI AMI IS A NOMADIC RESEARCHER