Murmuration of Crumbles
Update: 2025-12-02
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Murmuration of Crumbles. I dissolved it, I let it rot (Romanian) by Mădălina Ciocanu (MD), November 2025. //
am dizolvat, am lăsat să putrezească. look, it's rotting! the myth, the foundation, the loop, the repeat, the on repeat, tot așa, tot-ș-aceeași, tot rot, autoritatea epistemică, exprimarea se screme. exprimere – to express, or rather squeeze out (of?). ne scremem. ne scremem să naștem murmurări noi. noi scremem noutăți express. ce mai nou? this is where we express in the crumbles and murmurations of crumbles. crumble ‘til you forget how not to. murmur ‘til you forget words, to world. apoi uită din nou… remember to forget all over in fragments, smaller… smaller… that we can’t measure any longer. shorter… shorter… that we no longer store and hoarder. liquid, back to liquid, then vapour again, always in flight, escaping the lines, the rise, the wise men. but who can? cine poate? cine merită? cine irită. frământări de limbă, firimituri. ții minte când am împins toată firimitura în claritate? am frământat-o... nu s-a lipit. dar am vestit că gata, trăim fără fărămitură (că făcea mizerie). (delete the crumbs) (delete hertory) (delete the mess). acum firimiturile, pixelii, distorsiunile, the crumbles, the murmurations are back (and front and sideways, they’ve never really been away, always allways). when you walk through timișoara, go to that building, or that one, where it says proudly in red – atenție, cade tencuiala – and press, first gently, with your index finger or thumb or key, while clenching your jaw, <> then relax the jaw <> and then push and feel the release of a crumbling wall. so fragile, so easy. now take this proven methodology, and crumble away.
then (don’t) forget
to clean up
(delete the crumbs)
(delete hertory)
(delete the mess) //
The piece is composed with recordings made during SONIC FUTURE RESIDENCIES organized by SEMI SILENT and hosted by Simultan Festival in Timișoara, October 2024. //
Mădălina Ciocanu, un/commonly known as BORȘ (/bôrSH/), is a Moldovan sound artist, DJ, and researcher. Her practice explores Bessarabian relational animism, oral memory, and decolonial ontologies through folklore. She’s released both dance tracks (I’m Going to Chișinău) and sonic testimonies like ‘vers pervers’ (on the 1946 famine) and ‘Leagăn’ (with folklorist Natalia Țurcan). She leads the collective listening workshops Ciulește Urechile and co-hosts AICI Chișinău, a micro daytime dance party. Sometimes these explorations become conceptual installations (Simultan Festival, Au Gust Fest), other times — collective workshops (Porocity, Timișoara). //
Recordings, composition and mixing by Mădălina Ciocanu for SEMI SILENT. Co-produced by Simultan.
am dizolvat, am lăsat să putrezească. look, it's rotting! the myth, the foundation, the loop, the repeat, the on repeat, tot așa, tot-ș-aceeași, tot rot, autoritatea epistemică, exprimarea se screme. exprimere – to express, or rather squeeze out (of?). ne scremem. ne scremem să naștem murmurări noi. noi scremem noutăți express. ce mai nou? this is where we express in the crumbles and murmurations of crumbles. crumble ‘til you forget how not to. murmur ‘til you forget words, to world. apoi uită din nou… remember to forget all over in fragments, smaller… smaller… that we can’t measure any longer. shorter… shorter… that we no longer store and hoarder. liquid, back to liquid, then vapour again, always in flight, escaping the lines, the rise, the wise men. but who can? cine poate? cine merită? cine irită. frământări de limbă, firimituri. ții minte când am împins toată firimitura în claritate? am frământat-o... nu s-a lipit. dar am vestit că gata, trăim fără fărămitură (că făcea mizerie). (delete the crumbs) (delete hertory) (delete the mess). acum firimiturile, pixelii, distorsiunile, the crumbles, the murmurations are back (and front and sideways, they’ve never really been away, always allways). when you walk through timișoara, go to that building, or that one, where it says proudly in red – atenție, cade tencuiala – and press, first gently, with your index finger or thumb or key, while clenching your jaw, <> then relax the jaw <> and then push and feel the release of a crumbling wall. so fragile, so easy. now take this proven methodology, and crumble away.
then (don’t) forget
to clean up
(delete the crumbs)
(delete hertory)
(delete the mess) //
The piece is composed with recordings made during SONIC FUTURE RESIDENCIES organized by SEMI SILENT and hosted by Simultan Festival in Timișoara, October 2024. //
Mădălina Ciocanu, un/commonly known as BORȘ (/bôrSH/), is a Moldovan sound artist, DJ, and researcher. Her practice explores Bessarabian relational animism, oral memory, and decolonial ontologies through folklore. She’s released both dance tracks (I’m Going to Chișinău) and sonic testimonies like ‘vers pervers’ (on the 1946 famine) and ‘Leagăn’ (with folklorist Natalia Țurcan). She leads the collective listening workshops Ciulește Urechile and co-hosts AICI Chișinău, a micro daytime dance party. Sometimes these explorations become conceptual installations (Simultan Festival, Au Gust Fest), other times — collective workshops (Porocity, Timișoara). //
Recordings, composition and mixing by Mădălina Ciocanu for SEMI SILENT. Co-produced by Simultan.
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