Artist/Composer:Gábor Gadó
 Title:Lung-gom-pa
(P) 2010

Notes musicales


01. Sekinah
5:06
02. Rubljov
1:00
03. Narrations
2:40
04. Bunan XVII
5:53
05. Drepung
2:15
06. Lung-gom-pa
9:55
07. Se-Ra
3:55


Infra Voices from the Ultra Trumba
08. I. IMMERSION
5:56
09. II. FACES
7:33
10. III. LÎLÂ AMRIT
5:32

 Total time: 49:50
Performers
Gábor Gadó - guitar

Barnabás Dukay - piano
Kristóf Bacsó - alto saxophone
Endre Stankovszky - violoncello
Mátyás Szandai - double bass
Róbert Benkő - double bass (8-10)
Joe Quitzke - drums
Tamás Geröly - percussion

Trio Lignum:
Csaba Klenyán - clarinet
Lajos Rozmán - clarinet
György Lakatos - bassoon
Production notes:
All compositions by Gábor Gadó except Track 8 by Róbert Benkő and track 10 by Barnabás Dukay

Recorded and mixed by László Válik and Attila Kölcsényi at Tom-Tom Studio; Mastered by László Válik at L.V. Hang Studio
Booklet text: László Krasznahorkai - www.krasznahorkai.hu
Photo: István Huszti
Artwork and Design: www.bachman.hu

Produced by László Gőz
Label manager: Tamás Bognár

Supported by the National Cultural Fund of Hungary and the Artisjus Music Foundation

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Click on the image for higher resolution!László Krasznahorkai

About Speed


I want to outdistance the Earth, I turn by the bridge that spans the brook in the meadow, past the deer-feeder I turn out of the darkness of the forest, I turn out of the door on the corner of 12th Street and Avenue A, and I want to be faster than the Earth, whichever direction my thoughts turned, everything led here, to leave everything behind, to outdistance the Earth, so I turned out of the door, and set off, and set off instinctively in the right direction, because I did not head towards the east, or the south, or the north, or at an angle from these, but headed westwards, and I was right to do so, in so far as the Earth turns from left to right, that is from west to east, because this is the right way, this is how it is, I approved in the first half of the moment, because everything most definitely turns from west to east, the house, the kitchen in the morning, the table with the tea-cup, the tea-cup with the steaming tea in the emerald green, and the smell of it as it spirals upwards and all the blades of grass in the meadow beaded with morning dew and the empty deer-feeder in the darkness of the forest, all this essentially flew west to east, so that I, who wished to be faster than the Earth, and turned out of the door, the meadow or the darkness of the forest, had to set off precisely in a westerly direction while everything, the entire created world and all its components, the billion times billion components of this awfully huge world turned continuously, with inconceivable speed, from the west towards the east, so that I, who wished to be faster, and thus thought to choose my own speed instinctively, with the unexpectedness of the opposing direction over and above physics, in other words with a self-evident freedom, I had to run in an opposite direction to this, this horrific world and everything within it which was door, meadow and darkness of the forest, that is, oh no, I suddenly thought in the second half of the moment, not in an opposite direction to them, oh no, that was exactly the wrong direction to choose, I had turned out of the door, into the meadow and from the darkness of the forest in precisely the wrong direction, I should have followed the same direction, should have proceeded from west to east, oh, Lord, in the blink of an eye I had spun round on my heel, how could I have thought, instinctively, that if I travelled in a direction counter to that of the Earth, then the speed of the Earth and my speed would make allowances and show respect for one another, and in this mutual respect would pool resources, there would be the Earth’s speed, as it turns from west to east, and there would be mine, which, taking for granted the regal motionlessness of its point of departure as an absolute value, runs counter to it in a detached manner, that tiny Small Thing within the Big Whole, the Small Counter-direction opposed to the Big Direction, independently of each other, having only one connection with each other, namely, that the Big Direction gives space within itself to the Small Counter-direction, what a short-circuit, I established, and turned immediately, but why had I thought such a thing, instinctively to boot, because if we are speaking about a single connection, then that single connection cannot be anything else than that the one comprises the other, that the one contains the other, that the one is a part of the other, subjugated to the other, the subordinate of the other, its little sister or brother, which the Big One takes with it wherever it goes, and the Earth, well, that was proceeding quite correctly and exclusively from the west towards the east, and within it, I, who wished to be faster than the Earth, was of course in relation to it, what is more, in the strictest logical relation to it, that is to say that that speed, the Earth’s speed contained within it this speed, the speed of my running, one way or another, it contained it, and for whatever Big Reason, it made no difference whether I was running in an opposing direction, because that would make it minus, or in the same direction, which would make it plus, it only counted for me, well, for me it counted a great deal, because of course that is exactly what I wanted, to be faster than the Earth, so I was in need of the plus right then, that is, not the Big Free Big-whole with the Small Independent Small-whole within it, just the fact of my running within Physics as it were, in the right direction now, that is from the west towards the east, together with the Earth, because this is the way, because this is the right way, of course it is, if I want to be faster than the Earth, so I ran together with the Earth from the west towards the east, from a westerly direction to an easterly direction, and I was faster already, the realization struck me light a bolt of lightning, that I was carrying the speed of the Earth within me without making a single movement, and this way, running as I am along its surface forwards towards the east, it is obvious, I was breathing more happily by the minute, it was fresh outside, a free night, or a free dawn, or rather somewhere in between the two, I was locked within them, but the thought that I was finally running in the right direction had calmed me, the right direction to be faster than the Earth, because the Earth was the thought, I had thought in the very beginning, and I wanted to be faster than thought, I wanted to leave thought behind, that was my instant aim, that was the aim I was pursuing when I turned out of the door on the corner of 12th Street and Avenue A, by the bridge that spans the brook in the beaded meadow, at the empty deer-feeder from the darkness of the woods, only to set off in the wrong direction to begin with, instinctively, then correct myself and turn in the right direction as quick as lightning, from the west towards the east, as a small whole within the Great Whole, where I only have to add my speed to its speed, and that is what I did, in other words I ran as fast as I could, raced beneath the huge sky turning from night into dawn, and there was nothing in my mind except that everything was fine as it was, I would just add my speed to the Earth’s speed, the Earth’s speed to mine, when suddenly it struck me once more that that was all well and good, but how much faster than the Earth was I exactly, and in any case, what difference did it make? how much faster I was, or should be? no, no, it makes no difference, I said to myself as I ran along as fast as I could, after all, the main thing was to outdistance the thought, that is, to be faster than the Earth, but, as my little brother began to count aloud in my head, there was the speed of the Earth, that majestically turning, immensely eternal per second, and then there was the opportune per second generated by my running performance, and it suddenly began to seem that for me to be faster than the Earth, any arbitrary value would do, which means that I don’t have to run all that fast, I thought to myself, my overall speed will barely change at all if I slow down a little, so I decreased my running speed immediately, and it suddenly came to me that I had countless ways and means of being faster than the Earth, it was enough if I carried on running from the west towards the east, and it was enough if I ran, because without touching on the lures offered by the parallels which would increase it, there are indescribably many types of speed which I could choose, the indefinite value of my running speed, what is more, I thought to myself as I carried on decreasing that running speed, it would actually be quite sufficient if I just…walked, if I kept putting one foot in front of the other, the main thing is to be proceeding from the west towards the east, it is enough if I don’t stop, and there are billions and billions of types of speed which all qualify as not stopping, which leave me free, quite free, I added, as my steps kept slowing, instinctively, perfectly free to choose how fast I ought go to still be faster than the Earth, and thus faster than thought, for the Earth is the thought, that was what I was thinking as I turned by the bridge that spans the brook in the meadow, as I turned out of the darkness of the forest by the deer-feeder, as I turned out of the door on the corner of 12th Street and Avenue A. If I don’t get it wrong, I said to myself, and carry on in the right direction, if I simply continue to walk, or even to stroll forwards and onwards in the fresh morning air, I’ll have achieved my aim, and will be faster than the Earth – only the darkness of the forest will grow ever more distant, only that meadow, that door, only the smell of that emerald haze will evanesce into time, into infinity, irrevocably, for ever.

László Krasznahorkai
Translated by Eszter Molnár