Composed by Mark Enslin in 2010, with text by Indigo Rivera, commissioned and performed by Jacob Barton 9-17-11 at the Herbert Brün House as part of Enslin Fest.
For a one-person band of seventeen instruments (including picobot, the soprano version of the udderbot, invented by Jacob Barton)—with the poem joining the wind section. The whole 16 minutes pass through three trombone solos, three picobot solos (each based on a different slice of the 3 x 3 magic square of 17-tone rows--just ask the tubulon!), and three tuttis organized by space, pitch, and action. An inside-out version of Safety Nets I, the piece is its own second line, and it acts on the premise that no single logic will suffice.
looking for single tiny safety-net that will easily break. For every time a drop escapes its existence is reinforced. The simplicity of the net is also a big plus. NASA-quality thread of course—Have you no cheesecloth—no mesh—just a strainer to retain fish that should feel the fence, and devise their alternatives in a manly fashion? Their scales peek through. What a way to save the water. This net shouldn't have anything to hold it. If this is light— does it float? Truly? Oh their nets are large! They have to serve strangers! Of course—they have to give lifeboats, not individuals! The fish fry through the water, and the water refuses the pan. It will not even steam now. The fish's eyes roll back—and it can see its fellow's perception. It flies into the grey—but improved chamber of water with walls—dammed but with low safety nets pondered and to recoil. Their fish sailing into man's health slipping through the nets onto times hook—of the shore—a civil fish reducing its fin the mercury is more. How versatile the safety net from the height of a boat—a flag before a crane—a little toad afloat—the fish escapes today—its smell of mass the floor—irreproducible—simple brain conceives its ocean—while being a fish of its own pond—simply fried no more