Pia Palme
Pia Palme is a composer, performer, and artistic researcher from Vienna, Austria, with a focus on experimental music theatre. Known for her interdisciplinary formats, her practice often involves interactions with the environment, incorporating electronic music, writing, and visual art. The backbone of her work is the physicality of performance, a theme she regularly and personally revisits as a musician with her bass recorders. She currently (2019-2021) directs the artistic research project ‘On the Fragility of Sounds’ funded by the Austrian Science Fund at the University of Music and Performing Arts Graz, Austria, where she explores alternative forms of music theatre and composition as feminist practices.
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Fern Bowl Piece
2018
on site performance and text
During my residency in November 2018, I found myself immediately attracted to this historic object: an ancient discarded mortar that now serves as a flower pot. The mortar was used only a couple times in military experiments and then discarded. It fell off its wooden stand that on the famous hill in the middle of Örö, and rolled down until it came to a halt. Over the years, the forest grew around the bowl. The mortar is now surrounded by trees and filled with dirt and natural compost. Beautiful, large ferns grow in it. And it still sounds like an iron bell! I tried out several positions on the outside and different modes to extract sounds from it. From these experiments, I developed my performance and a text to go with it.

No bowl is an island
Even deep in the forest
Behold my hammer
I have found you and come to wake you up
From hundred years of sleep
Cast iron roughness cast away powerless violator
Wake up
Ferns
Shake up
Fronds
Let your spores rain all over
Spread ferns instead of death and war
Heavy iron hand holds good compost
And precious life
Lovely green fernbrake
Safe from destruction
I got a hammer
I got a bell
Full of ferns
In the middle of an island
I got a hammer
And a stone
I hammer out ferns
I ring the bracken bell
All night long
All over this island
Bowl, compost, roots, ferns and all, vibrate!
I strike the bowl bell
Twelve times
And more
Composting equality
Composting freedom
Composting respect
Composting tenderness
Composting the noise of crazy women
All over this island
All into the intestines of these rocks
Deep into dark tunnels of narrow minds
I ring out my warning
A bell meant to bring death
A bell used to practise killing
So what
First you served soldiers ringing out death
Then you served nature ringing out compost
Now you serve my whims ringing out songs of dusk
And tenderness
Ringing all over
Ringing for art
Ringing for compost
Ringing for composers
Ringing for nature
Ringing for trees, for swans, for ferns
For mushrooms, for cows,
For countless bushels of sea kale on the shore now freezing into a cold sleep
And hungry caterpillars, too
So vulnerable!
Birds in the sky
White swans
Wake up
Answer my call
From above
join and sound your trumpets
Don’t ask
For whom
What for
Why
Is it art? Is it music? Is it foolish?
The fern bell
Tolls
For thee