Philip Glass - Trial 2 / Prison, “I Feel the Earth Move.”

From Einstein on the Beach, whose fragmentary rhythmic texts are embedding themselves in my mind with increasing force every day, this movement features the work of autistic poet Christopher Knowles. The cadences and repetitions of his words remind me of my internal monologue during states of duress -migraines, manic episodes, fevers- little fugues of iterating speech, staccato and repetitive, that have some compelling structure I can’t identify.

For Mumblelard, whose wonderful tags are sometimes similar.