Something has dissipated

A soundscape-poetry collaborative experiment.

Inspired by Audrey Carmes’ album “Quelque chose s’est dissipé”, this project will invite people from all genders, races, religions, and countries to voice over the poem “Be Free, like Birds in the Sky” in different languages over a soundscape composed by Petervan.

I could do this with computer-generated translations and text-to-voice apps. Here are some examples

In French:

In (Brazilian) Portuguese:

In German:

However, these computer-assisted approaches miss the rhythm, pauses, and slowness of the poem. It also limits me in what I can do with it in Ableton/Logic Pro or combine it with custom-made soundscapes.

An example of an “in the mix” experiment:

Therefore, I would like to invite real humans to translate the original poem with Google Translate, correct it as needed to keep the poem’s spirit, record the poem with their smartphone, and send me the MP3. I will take care of the rest.

If interested, contact me via the contact tab of this website.

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Virtual Cube (poem)

Petervan Studios © 2023 – Generated by DALL-E

Het wordt stil.

Ik kijk naar de virtuele kubus waarin ik mij bevind.

Een zwerm vogels vliegt diagonaal voorbij van links naar rechts in het kubistische veld.

Bomen in de wind.

Muren van gouden licht temperen de zachtheid van de achtergrond.

De lucht indigoblauw.

De orchideeën en de rododendrons klaar om te gaan slapen.

Ze buigen nog eenmaal kun kopje voor ze hun knoppen sluiten.

De komende nacht zal rustig en zacht zijn.

De storm in mijn hoofd is verdwenen.

De wind blaast mijn laatste adem uit.

Ik ben vrij om te doen en te zijn. 

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Google translation:

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It’s getting quiet.

I look at the virtual cube in which I am.

A flock of birds flies diagonally past from left to right in the cubist field.

Trees in the wind.

Walls of golden light temper the softness of the background.

The sky indigo blue.

The orchids and the rhododendrons ready to go to sleep.

They bend their head once more before closing their buds.

The coming night will be quiet and gentle.

The storm in my head is gone.

The wind blows my last breath.

I am free to do and be.