Where is the brain – text interface when you need it? Writing this morning in my usual illegible scrawl. Notes to be typed up. I don’t think there’s an AI advanced enough to decipher my hieroglyphics. Sadly not even a VA.
and if there was, would I use it? Damn! Ethics.
Not to get all philosophical on you… The only moral.imperative, my good friend and philosophy professor Dr Clemens used to say, is to not give way on your desire. (to paraphrase Lacan. Not to give ground relative to.your desire, could be the more correct term). Meaning not to abandon yourself. I think. Because then everything crumbles. He went next door and bought me the book one morning at Mario’s, back in my second incarnation as a new member of Melbourne inner city intelligentsia . Heady times.
Anyway, this morning started well – early – with a few good hours of optimistic focus. Now I’m in a solitary slump and thinking it’s time to pull myself back out of Plato’s cave and into the land of sun.
Visit from a winged friend this morning. Love those morse code dots. Magpie warbles now. Learning to tune in to the voices all around me.
Birds, insects, is that a frog? More like cicadas, I think. One of my primary schoolmates ran out into the road to chase a cicada. Patrick, I think his name was. Strange, how you remember these details, so many years later. He got hit by a car.
Their vivid cacophony imprinted on my memory. Living in the earth for most of their lives, only every seven years do they hatch onto the trees. He was seven years old. The crash was fatal.
A clip from Johanna Linton came up in my playlist last night – after a wander through the world of eco-villages (we’ll get back to that later) and she talks about hearing the mountains humming.
Gorgeous. If a🎶 little strange.
Well, after all – I’ve heard the bridges singing!
The music of the spheres, symphony of a city…
The founder of Findhorn also talked to plants and natures spirits. Devas, I think in Scotland.
We can’t all go running off to a cabin in the wilds to find ourselves…. Then again, I’ve lost track of number of times I’ve heard mushrooms sonified in the past year….
Melvin Sheldrake has a lot to answer for 😅🍄🙉
One of my classmates at the art academy in Norway did a live performance with the music of shrooms, wearing outlandish crochet costumes. It was quite the hit of our MFA show.
Something about the Solarpunk ethos of working with what you have to make where you are better that resonates for me. Not running away. Stand your ground, dig your toes into the earth and raise your hands to the last rays of sunlight. Yes! We are still here