oblong 'poet + ai = Objects in Space and Time'

Описание: This song is a hyper-compressed 8 minute play "Oblong" is it's name.

Objects in Space and Time is an experiment, an exploration into language and sound.
Can a poem be modified and transformed into a song? Can a poet direct an ai to capture the mood of the modified poem via genre, mood and tempo prompts.
How does the poem transform within a musical environment? What new creature is created?

a poet and an ai walk into a bar, what could possibly go wrong?

Lyrics written by a poet (kylie brusaschi)
music prompted by a poet, composed by an ai who I call 'Gertrude'
paintings/drawings made by a poet (kylie brusaschi)

Lyrics:

oblong
a play in half an act

The Stage is a rubbish tip
one pile of wood
one pile of metal
two lawn chairs nestled between them

characters
their names are
Phono and Zeno

sound effects
dogs are barking
and seagulls are gulling

curtains open
open the curtains

Phono - as usual, speaks first
I feel all kinds of different today...

Zeno - also known as second in command
Why? whatever do you mean?

Phono looks confused
all kinds of wrong - different
I don't know the correct word
nor phrase for it -
out of sorts - so to speak.

Zeno the data hungry one
yells.....
Explain?

Phono - points at her mouth
Behold
Exhibit A
my voice my voice sounds strange
like it doesn't belong to me
sounds like some cartoon character
all high pitched and squeaky
you know all Minnie Mouse or something.

Zeno who remains forever data hungry
Okay, what else have you got?

Phono -points at her legs
Well, now that you mention it.
my body feels all floaty - like made of clouds
or fairy floss - you know like it's semi-transparent

Zeno still wanting ever more information.
Okay, sure but anything else?

Phono - touches her head.
My mind feels split into a hundred bands of difference
there are songs, colours, shapes, sounds.
each band is like a different frequency
it is a wave split - you know like the rainbow lives in light

Zeno, who has a flair for the summary...
okay, and then what?
what about it?

Phono, has had it, she's just had enough
she pushes Zeno off her lawn chair

sharing is caring
isn't that what you said
caring is made of sharing
sharing is caring
isn't that what you said
caring is made of sharing

curtains abruptly close
things are going to get messy
dogs stop barking
sea gulls stop sea gulling

it's how things are
it is how things are
this is how things are

tadah
tadah
tadah

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