show #699: What is existence? & DIE ZWEITE HÄLFTE
by Martin Anastasovski for Kanal 103
What is existence?
Existence is what?
Is existence what?
A woman of errant composure trudges on a tiled walkway, head bowed forward, eyes peering down. She is looking for discarded, half-smoked cigarettes. She has to, in order to endure Existence.
The 35 year old skateboarder says, “this is the only thing I have,” and kicks his foot forward to send the wooden plank rolling on the platform.
The call to prayer resounds, cutting the blocks of stale air that have become lodged between the building blocks. To put thoughts into people’s heads is the meaning of existence for the navigator of the minaret.
The hot car rolls down the street. The bicycles hit the subtle bumps on the track, bells ringling involuntarily. The person in the doughnut and coffee store winks his eyes few times, at a long interval, while the droning of the machines is filling the ambiance with the stuff of sound frequencies.
The river of existence coils into a vortex, and uncoils again. Who is in the eye of the vortex? Do my eyes help move this thing or does it exist on its own.
DIE ZWEITE HÄLFTE PRÄSENTIERT ein Kanal 103 Double-Feature!
Show #535: Easter
We had several spare days for the Easter holidays, so we went to small town Resen and Prespa Lake. There was still snow on the mountains around, on Baba and Galichica, but here the day was sunny and bright. There are several nice villages around the lake and we took long walk from Stenje to Konjsko. The others went to the near monastery, but i went to the small beach of Konjsko. On the way down to the beach there was a huge dump, the results of the civilization. Obviously it was done by the people of the village. Whenever they go to the beach they have to pass by it. And of course nobody was doing anything about it. Reminding us of our civilization and its consequences.
I set at the sand near the water and was listening to the birds that were flying or diving into the water. There are lots of endemic bird species nesting around on the bay and on the near island. I started playing with the shells and the cane branches. Was relaxing and meditative. The water drops, shells, cane crackling… Birds were singing… making me forgot about all that was surrounding me.
This is an audio story of this day, written through recordings done on the small beach of the village Konjsko. This is an audio story about nature, but also about our civilization.
Story, recordings and editing: Toni Dimitrov
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