Jozzonet

Wij ontmoetten Joz Knoop tijdens een muziek- en poëzieavond waarop wij beiden optraden. Wij raakten gefascineerd door het jozzonet: een door Joz bedachte dichtvorm waarin een gedicht zich spiegelt rond de middenregel, om weer te eindigen met de openingszin. Geen ideale vorm voor een traditionele song. Leuk, dachten wij, daar gaan we wat mee doen.

We daagden onszelf uit om anders na te denken over songstructuren. Er ontstonden songs opgebouwd uit soundscapes van akoestische gitaar, veelal gestreken contrabas, elektronische effecten en met elkaar verweven zangmelodieën. Als het ware melodische klankpoëzie. 

Om deze jozzonetten, met hun wonderbaarlijke vorm en betekenis, een gezicht te geven hebben we videokunstenaars gevraagd zich te uiten in beeld. Het resultaat: multi mediale releases van muziek, poëzie en beeld.

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We met Joz Knoop at a music and poetry event where we both performed. We became fascinated by the jozzonet: a poem that mirrors itself in the middle line, thus beginning and ending with the same sentence. Not an ideal shape for traditional songwriting. ‘How exciting’, we thought, ‘let’s figure this out!’.

We challenged ourselves to think differently about song structure, resulting in songs built up from soundscapes of acoustic guitar, mostly bowed double bass, electronic effects and intertwined vocal melodies. Melodic sound poetry, if you will.

To make sure that the wonderous shape and meaning of the jozzonets are well represented, we asked (video) artists to express themselves visually. The result: multi-medial releases consisting of music, poetry and visuals.

 

Heavenly Eyes

Earth
revolves round the
sun; the moon
shines like the
glance that
feeds on your
attention for him, he
feeds on your
glance that
shines like the
sun; the moon
revolves round the
earth

Empty day

The longer now
on the clock of
immaculate patience
must be a moment of
spun out silence
caused by
this sea of minutes.
This day off
seems endless.
This day off
this sea of minutes.
caused by
spun out silence
must be a moment of
immaculate patience
on the clock of
the longer now.

Pact of steel

On the edge of water and air
two people forever afloat
in their watertight egg.
Since the first encounter
he sought himself only in her.
As she lost herself in him
the cocoon closed about them.
As she lost herself in him
he sought himself only in her.
Since the first encounter
in their watertight egg
two people forever afloat
on the edge of water and air.