performance notes


the raspberry smears itself upon the cardstock, wettening the thick paper as if to make its place known
the residue discolors and weakens the paper, withering its constitution every minute

good

i am tart, i am curt, i am full of seeds
i am life and
                                                    and
             my curves are nature
             and
             you have nothing to do with
                          my existence
i am smooth and harsh
i am nourishment
                          i am red
                                       and
nothing will change me
not even you

~

time does not exist. performer has liberty to pursue score as quickly or slowly as desired.
             chains of smashed raspberry (without lines) live in operatic descension
             jam smears (with lines) ask for tonal direction, but fail to inquire further (a shyness makes them distant)
             stains have audible breathiness, hollow, withered exhales
             seeds (|) are simple, forte, staccato, symmetrical, percussive, voice placed in mask
             partial larger chunks demand space and attention, broken trills in various pitches with fermata