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Jesse Tatum, flute Tanaya Winder poet Christopher Cerrone - Liminal Highway Kaija Saariaho - Couleurs du vent Luciano Berio - Sequenza I Amy Beth Kirsten - Pirouette On a Moon Sliver Liminal Highway by John K. Samson (for first piece) when you fall asleep in transit you rarely wake up much closer to where you want to be and you've missed the song you were waiting to hear coming up after the ad for a funeral home and the traffic and weather in a town you'll never live in or even see now that you've passed it in a dream you don't recall and you know there is a word for those seconds between consciousness and sleep where you have arrived at your destination accomplished your tasks and concurrently settled into a big old house that needs some work next to the funeral home with some endlessly interesting and kind person you love unflinchingly and traffic is moving well weather is fair you think the word might be "liminal" but you are not certain so you don't mention it to the driver who's name you cannot remember though you likely know him as well as you know anyone and you are so weary with loitering between here and there then and then beauty and function you wish you were a three hole punch sleek shiny black and a mysteriously pleasant weight assisting children with their school presentations while slowly stockpiling confetti for no particular occasion just some average day suddenly it is needed pirouette on a moon sliver by Amy Beth Kirsten (last piece) What you see can't be seen, But you see what you see By what you can't see. What you see can't be seen, But you see what you (see what you) can't. See? Ha ha! Only a sliver of a moon On the night we last saw Pantaloon And who could say now where he goes? All is what the shadow knows. 'Though late was I in passing through I fear I saw what can't be true...! But, then again, 'twas dark and dim And I am on a lark and limb. 'Twas dark I say – so let's forget! And dance away on a pirouette...