still point

At the still point of the turning world. Neither flesh nor fleshless;
Neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance is,
But neither arrest nor movement. And do not call it fixity,
Where past and future are gathered. Neither movement from nor towards,
Neither ascent nor decline. Except for the point, the still point,
There would be no dance, and there is only the dance.
— T.S. Eliot, ‘Burnt Norton’, Four Quartets

A tiny little piece, still point is a kind of in­ter­sti­tial, false si­lence written as an in­ter­jec­tion to Heinz Holliger’s Mobile for oboe and harp, a work with an open form con­sisting of 12 mod­ules. It was written at the re­quest of the Orfea Duo for their ‘Mobile Project’.

  • Instrumentation

    • Oboe
    • Harp
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