Belated Strings: transcultural musicology. non-term paper by Ariel Riveros

Seeing this gave me saudade. Took me time traveling to my young adolescence learning Latin American songbook. The classical guitar. The sensory spheres. 

90s especially cos young and would have had a chance with such accomplished and attractive women. As soon as the vocal melody started and I couldn't tell from who and then aquarelas of the 90s, orange, light green, purple of postmodernism. 

Spinning myself a past of guitar 60s samba therefore silver gelatin art photography, architecture, passion and excellence. Arete and all beautiful and gone like that. Vaporwave saudade as we speak, at sweet belem cafe with what love means today. Pandemic and constricted quiet. 

Construction as education, as index finger foucault, or constructivist mathematics to give shape to strange objects or whatever an object means to philosophers like opacity can't be mathematicalised or some rogue theorist isn't owning Graham Harman all over the shop. 

 

What it all meant. Saudade as generic. Transcultural histories. Though now voice given to identity on intersectional grid as eeo representative quota as quantitative, qualitative is atomised to autotheory. 

Atomistic spin makes entanglement. But still non local. Bravarte. Anglosphere so cosmopolitan and bohemian can I hear more about America or anglocentred curator-influencers giving the pip to wtf is cool politics via ROI metrics. Orient us preacher. 

Which is all like a shadow challenging formalism trying for breath while chaotic virus motion mapped and vaulted to future elimination of the shadow's body. Hold me prisoner please here. 

https://youtu.be/yTKSoF2Vr14