Tag: Listen to the world
Listen to the world at the market
Voices shouted and chanted, lively and singing, low and high… Do all the markets in the world give voice? From Bobo-Dioulasso in Burkina Faso, via Milan in Italy and as…
Listen to the world at the cafe
How does the world resonate in cafes? In Cairo, the café is an institution open to the city: even the cries of street vendors enter it; in Paris the sounds…
Listen to the sacred world – Listen to the world
How do the sacred sounds of the world resonate with each other? How do they fill the public space on a daily basis? From the evening chant at the al…
A thousand and one ears – Make people listen [Série 7/7]
The slamming of the gates of the Paris metro, the rolling of horse-drawn carriages in Dakar, the creaking of glaciers in Patagonia, the chirping of cicadas in Tokyo, the cry…
One thousand and one soundholes – Do not listen [Série 6/7]
“Who, what are you listening to? » asks the philosopher Peter Szendy. As for Etel Adnan, it was to the soul that she listened to write her poetry. What is…
The sounds to say it – Silence
Presentation of the series: The sounds to say it Beyond their meaning, the sound of the words evokes what they convey. If poetry has been played since the dawn of…
The sounds to say it – Fracas
Presentation of the series: The sounds to say it Beyond their meaning, the sound of the words evokes what they convey. If poetry has been played since the dawn of…
The sounds to say it – Scream
Presentation of the series: The sounds to say it Beyond their meaning, the sound of the words evokes what they convey. If poetry has been played since the dawn of…
The sounds to say it – Breath
Presentation of the series: The sounds to say it Beyond their meaning, the sound of the words evokes what they convey. If poetry has been played since the dawn of…
Listen to the Basque Country in the sound suitcase of Xabier Erkizia
” I keep a sound in the hollow of the ear, sculpted, scarred says Xabier Erkizia. In his sound suitcase, there is his voice, his Basque language, the childhood memories…