Comments on: A slow, pervasive, crumbling feeling…

By: heliopod

heliopod — Sun, 05 Aug 2007 03:35:40 +0000

where is that wire going in the first photo? or where did it come from?

By: zephyr

zephyr — Sat, 21 Jul 2007 22:51:16 +0000

thanks for the links, davin…
i continually find myself frustrated by the inability of my meager technical skills to keep up with my grandiose ideas.

a ‘mini’ rhizome in the meantime:

while reading your post and following the links i have been chatting to m.wolf-meyer via google. i had just commented that he would return from india shirtless and beaded… ‘with dreads,’ he said. ‘that’s the plan.’
at the same time i clicked into ‘dread, route and time’ to find his name cited in the first few lines.

By: Lori Emerson

Lori Emerson — Sat, 21 Jul 2007 18:34:13 +0000

Davin – your photos are truly fantastic – I feel I’m looking at Buffalo New York, the kingpin of beautiful decrepitude. Who knew that such waste could be so beautiful! Just outside of Buffalo is an old railway station that I believe was used around the turn of the century, back when Buffalo was a gleaming, growing, extraordinarily prosperous city. Now you can walk through rubble, toilets, and see crumbling sculpture, broken stained glass, and practically hear the clatter of carriages and cars. These rust belt cities are like wormholes – I feel as though I COULD be transported to another time.

I also love your comment “it is this window into banality that new media affords us that makes it truly revolutionary.” This is precisely what I’ve been thinking lately, along the lines of what Stanley Cavell makes available. Digital poetry, like conceptual writing, forces us to re-assess if not continually expand our definition of writing, poetry, language, meaning.