"Who isn't fascinated by the geometry and sound of ports?
A permanent scaffolding of containers swaying at building height between the clamps of gantry cranes. The creaking of pulleys, the squeaking of straps, the hissing of slings. The body is metal-proof. It's mechanical, parallelepipedic, tense, precise, like a container poem. The poem deepens its rocking effect on the dock. The page. Jacques Moulin's poem-portico is written and echoes the sound material produced by Olivier Toulemonde: a seemingly motionless device - long suspended springs vibrate, but imperceptibly to the naked eye. One frequency wraps itself around the void. Others rub against each other, then collide, moving imposing masses of sound in a game of tilts.
Port manipulation takes shape in the song of metal.
The audience on the quayside, as if in direct presence in front of the gantries, hears, listens, waits, watches for the sound and enters into the song."
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[1] Portique is also a book by Jacques Moulin with images by Ann Loubert published in 2014 by L'Atelier contemporain.
