Resonant Memories, Colligiere (01 mvt), > Performance 20min.

A reflection on the construction of collective memory based on listening to oneself and to the other through an act of sound.

This sound act is interpreted through a score that suggests and invites the audience to participate in the work.

The performance is a sensorial approach to activate and verify our capacity to listen and interpret sonority.

It attends to the singularity of our experiences around memory, through symbolic elements used to leave a precedent.

It is a sound act as a way of constructing reality, signifying actions that configure shared collective memories. This is the first score, Colligiere. You are invited to follow the score and become part of this memory.

The performance was broadcast on [Radio Angrezy][dill]. This transmission was carried out as part of a process of working with radio as a means of dissemination and exploration of collective memory.

by [Migue Chaparro][df1]

## _Score _

## _Poem _
> It’s going to be four pm,
lately the sun has decided not to work much above the city,
so in a short time it will give way to a full moon
that, to balance, decides to have such a size that any unwary can know that it has its presence.
The cold has also decided to arrive,
it not only has its time, it is well known that it is always in line and like all other temperatures,
we must open a space for it and welcome it.
Although the cold still seems to enter timidly,
we are all attentive to its charm,
to its subtle presence with which it entwines the air
and its delicate precision of sculptor with which it is removing each of the leaves to those wise environmentalists
who enjoy the streets and roads assembling a large yellow carpet,
some are still blushing and flirtatious, as if the summer party continues,
others have already undressed,
sure to hide their appearance and just watch.

> While that happens, the abstract nature,
also like them, we prepare to let this natural and balanced agreement flow,
Everyone has the right, the moon, the sun, the wind, the cold…
by the way there are those who know this agreement by heart, and have already left,
some flying or dancing others walking,
some fearful, others have simply said goodbye as nomads who are,
happy to leave and to return.
Some have stayed and have become the clothing of the static and gigantic trees of the city,
they who have always been and speak to each other and to everyone,
the imposing crows, in my opinion the true citizens.

> Meanwhile, I walk…
sometimes looking for foxes crossing streets or the parks,
sometimes I ride my bike and turn off the lights in the parks
to enjoy the sound they make when it is impossible to see them,
the sky has a different blue, it is not close to grey,
it looks for red and strangely likes to stay that way until sunrise,
also shamelessly until sunset,
but today, it is blue and it will be blue while the moon is having fun and flirting.

> After a sigh I decide to come back…

> And now here from this shelter
where stories, dramas, wars, joys, intimacies have happened,
I sit by my window to wait for the moon,
while I ask myself,
why on the way home I did not see the foxes I often hear.

## Keywords
Collective Memory – relational aesthetics – Performance – Soundscapes – Ambient music – Binaural sound – Low Frequencies –

> All pictures (and special thanks) by Hsun-Hsiang Hsu

[dill]: http://radioangrezi.de/
[df1]: https://miguelchaparro.com/