Leaving Xaia

Leaving Xaia’s voice escapes the world of personal identity and replaces it with something eerie and compelling–an invented, believable world which perhaps has been written by what Breton called the shadow mouth –that other, that non-I, that most fascinating stranger each of us is. Once we hear it, Breton says. we can hear no other. A frightening idea: I am still trying to hear D. Nurkse’s unique music fully, understand his world, because I am fascinated by it.

–Stephen Berg