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the august preoccupations by Catherine Barnett
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Christa Dichgans (1940-2018) — Full Heart [oil on canvas, 1989]
synthesizers as terrain. synthesizers as a map to another dimension. systhesizers as portals. synthesizers as a synesthetic interface bridging time and space.
- manifold research center: the map is not the territoire [x]
- mengqi: magnet matrix [x]
- saar drimmer: tap [x]
- passepartout duo: fuzzy synth [x]
- Ronald Hurtado-Velasco & Jesus Gonzalez-Llorente: Simulation of the magnetic field generated by square shape Helmholtz coils [x]
- twin tropiques: vcooo [x]
- nicolas colling: hardware hacking [x]
- ciat lombarde: plumbutter [x]
- la dispute: objects in space [x]
- ? i think it's also folktek but i can't be sure
- folktek: interspacial navigator [x]
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Andrea Gibson, Lord of the Butterflies
Estefania Loret de Mola
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from The Crown Ain’t Worth Much by Hanif Abdurraqib
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The Shared World, Vievee Francis
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Yolda Gutierrez, The Wounded Dove Arises from My Heart and is Cleansed by the Falling Rain, 1992.
"A Code Poem for the French Resistance" by Leo Marks [transcript in ALT]
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“Tear It Down” by Jack Gilbert
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Rainer Maria Rilke, Book of Hours: Love Poems to God; ‘Lösch mir die Augen aus: ich kann dich sehen’, tr. Anita Barrows & Joanna Macy
[ID: text reads: Extinguish my eyes, I'll go on seeing you. / Seal my ears, I'll go on hearing you. / And without feet I can make my way to you, / without a mouth I can swear your name. // Break off my arms, I'll take hold of you / with my heart as with a hand. / Stop my heart, and my brain will start to beat. / And if you consume my brain with fire, / I'll feel you burn in every drop of my blood. /end ID]
Joanna Klink, from Raptus
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“The dynamic of friendship is almost always underestimated as a constant force in human life […], but no matter the medicinal virtues of being a true friend or sustaining a long close relationship with another, the ultimate touchstone of friendship is not improvement, neither of the other nor of the self, the ultimate touchstone is witness, the privilege of having been seen by someone and the equal privilege of being granted the sight of the essence of another, to have walked with them and to have believed in them, and sometimes just to have accompanied them for however brief a span, on a journey impossible to accomplish alone.”
— David Whyte, Consolations (via exhaled-spirals)
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6th grade love notes
you know i really love you // me too // love you to death // me to so you wanna kiss at lunch // ya // o̶k̶a̶y̶ u know when i go home i miss u