Hi Johannes,

Thank you so much for this. The work for the past seven weeks has almost all involved a sense of local/locality which at the same time might be anywhere. So much of the drive has been linear, long looping highways around bluffs or river edges. So the roads are there and both insistent and anonymous. We've also been photographing ground cover, fungi, all sorts of things that appear almost invisible or peripheral. I finally found something that might be slime mold on the underside of a few mulch twigs in Omaha; that's the only sign we've seen of that. And the putting the roads up, almost pulling them up, online. We're not going that fast, 6200 miles in 7 weeks, but the stopovers are also intense, working through my archives in Vancouver Washington and Columbus, and through Lee Murray's archival materials in Omaha. So history. We also saw more remnants of the 19th-century Oregon Trail this trip, literally forget where. For the most part avoided winter, but these enormous skies are everywhere through the middle of the country, even here outside Rochester now and the wind's howling... And the politics, too, are howling, but at least for these few weeks we've not run into anything but kindness. That still exists in the U.S. but is getting increasingly buried -

Best, Alan

On Tue, Nov 16, 2021 at 4:23 PM Johannes Birringer via NetBehaviour <netbehaviour@lists.netbehaviour.org> wrote:
dear Alan
just to say that I really loved you writing here, it was moving and very thought-provoking to me,
and I took the liberty to share it with my digital students, they have to do a leaves and tree performance this week,
and I gave them your poem to look at, together with a poem I found on the floor of an exhibition in Seoul, a few years ago.
I mean the poem was printed out (in a digital photography exhibition), and about a hundred sheets or more lay on the floor;  I stole one to take home.


WHEN  I  WAS  A  TREE
WHEN  I  WAS  A  CHAIR

WHEN  I  BORE  FRUITS

WHEN  I HEALED

WHEN  I  LEFT  A  SHADOW  BEHIND

WHEN  I  EMBRACED   THE   LAND


IF  I BECOME  A  FIRE

AS A  PAPER,  I  AM  CONTENT



(Jae Eun Choi, Seoul, 2012)


with regards
Johannes Birringer
DAP-Lab, London



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From: NetBehaviour <netbehaviour-bounces@lists.netbehaviour.org> on behalf of Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
Sent: 11 November 2021 02:31
To: NetBehaviour for networked distributed creativity
Subject: [NetBehaviour] wood and leaves from wood


wood and leaves from wood

http://www.alansondheim.org/leaves.jpg
https://youtu.be/DPbLHUkmV0s video

It would be wooden leaves from wood. Don't mistake the wood for
wood and don't mistake the leaves for leaves . Don't mistake the
wood for leaves and don't mistake the leaves for wood. The sound
is the sound technological brutalism . No no no no no, it is the
sound of kindness . Everything is messaged and everything is
massage . Is that what I spoke or is that what I wrote or is
that what I thought . I no longer know but I do know that I can
read what I wrote and what I thought I can speak . In that way
my thinking is speech and the world gives me infinite signs . I
am in infinite sign of the world . A leaf is an infinite sign of
the world . But the world is not in the leaf and the world is
not in me . You can't see the world in a leaf . You can't see
the world in the stars . You can't see the world in anything .
You can't see the world . But you can listen to the modulated
wooden leaves from the wood and the leaves from the woods . And
the stars see nothing . The stars see nothing at all .

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