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on May 04, 2019
imaginary project six
A group of Asian men are lying sprawled across a foggy field. Are they soldiers? Some have long hair. Most are young. They are speaking Mandarin and I understand. I say in English, "How can I understand? I don't speak Chinese." One of the men props himself up on his elbow and says in English, "Perhaps this is a movie."
Film fog, language, lost, found, recollected images. Use only two sentences, chosen carefully.
|new moon projections|
imaginary project five
It is important to understand storms. Low barometric pressure opens the mouths of fishes, rushing up to feed. When then the pressure rises, there is silence.
Row to shore. Go home.
Imagine rain projections in the rain. Again. Three-dimensional silence - no sound. Barometer up, barometer down?
|an unfinished account of|
An Irish Franciscan dying of the plague in 1349 faces the blank page. It's his hope, will, and testament.
The undone did him, and does us, in. We begin but cannot end. Imagine an unfinished book as marine, alive, afloat within, not on the surface of, history. See us in the empty pages, the transparent membranes, the black embrace of the mother water. We permit ourselves to wonder. How will it end?
|c l e p s y d r a|
i m a g i n a r y p r o j e c t t h r e e
Concrete could have been first used in Nabatean construction, 6500 BCE, in what is now the UAE. Deserts of spice and incense, heat, clear fresh water, sea edges, djinn with white camels carrying time. We encounter the niqab (pre-Islamic), the rip, the joint, the right to tent, to taste the water of springs. Buoyed time reveals the faces of the moon. Marked time describes women and children resting under cloth or plant. Clepsydra are essential. The clouds must hear us ask for shadows and rain.
S i l e n c e
i m a g i n a r y p r o j e c t t w o
Look and read. This project needs sound around the words heard, but what do they mean? Guessing is a possibility, but often misleading. This is the quiet of the singular word unheard, unknown. Where are we? Lost perhaps, or still ignorant of, but never, no never, alone. Distance isn't empty, nor is silence as vast as you imagined.
|n e m a t o d e |
(n e u r a l p a t h w a y s )
i m a g i n a r y p r o j e c t o n e
Create nematode conversant environments. Transplant Heterorhabditis bacteriophora (Hb), Steinernema carpocapsae (Sc) and Steinernema feltiae(Sf). Monitor their songs for signs of birth, childhood, maturity, death. Translate their hunger, sorrow, joy into air, the diatonic scale. Record and play above ancestral nematode realms, but do not overwhelm them. Expect nothing. Cherish what appears to be but likely isn't. Document through photos, texts, upon tear-stained pages.
Don't hold back, or forth. Present pathways.
Leave without further molestation.