Talking Light
Telecommunication systems such as Morse code, radio, telephone, film, television, and the internet can be seen as products, or, extentions, of your mind. These systems mimic our perceptions of sight, sound and language! These systems help your mind do what it wants to do! What, does your mind do? What, does it want to do? Change, into something different? Play? Be many places at once? See everything? Communicate, to people, far away?

dark texas

in the silence of my studio,

I observe the birth of dreams,, we are all candles, without wicks to burn, and
our thoughts branched out, like trees modcult, above madison square.
I love you, francis, come to the Gurrsshwin hotel!.
hi ..
it can be important to conciider the fact that you don't know me

word, NYC,
i 'd like to hear you,
but, i imagine i can not,

i turn around and realized
[through all this urban chaos]

this is life
and, i am simply in message end.
Telecommunication systems are paradoxical in that they show us signs, pictures, sounds, and language, of the worrld, yet we are, in some way, profoundly, disscon¬nected from that world... Your mind is ingaged, yet, you are eyesolated physically, psychologically... There is a word for this tendancy, Discourporative, the Discourporative Impulse... Yes, the Discourporative Impulse describes what we all seem to be involved in: , shedding the physical body for the ehthereal, uuuutoh¬pean, virtual presence, and the promises of ultimate interconnectivity. What do you think? I like the word Discourporative even though it seems fancy, it is direct and precise, you understand it, OK. You lose your body, your mind, is free.

night follows night follows the dark in the dark in the follows night follows night
night follows night follows night follows night in dark in the dark dark dark dark dark dark dark night


hi. keep faith alive in your heart, and you will walk in the path, of dreams open this spot, and look inside what you see are the centuries. what you see is, dirt

Their acts, are filthy lewd. and fantastical, and you suck the nurishment in it swells, throughout the punches and bleeds on the the rocks, look around you and notice that no one cares

then burn it all down. instead of
harvesting .
be brief
…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. are you having fun?

Telecommunication systems connects us to an endless stream of seductive information known as Media Culture. From the beginning. when Samuel Morse transmitted the first coded message via telagraph, "What has god wrought?" the individual has struggled, to retain identity. Do you feel dislocated?, Alone? Fractured Consciousness?

I.
a round peg, for a square hole
a basic observation is, clear,
can edges be worn by powers of persuasion?
The trickster (one) ace of spades.
buulls eye! queen of hearts
on a parallel plane:
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . behind mirrors, beyond phenomenon

II.
The fantasy me
1 am the sellyuloid princess!
Yes - spliced, diced. and reconfigured
sealed in smooth, cool plastic - guaranteed speed
Was it an illusion? melted water vapor. Sleight of hand? Shape it! push it!

III.
Time cut. Insert face.
The exhaustive workings to make white light.
The chemical make-up is restoored, I remember it now.
It is a seasonal elation, a continual seduction.
These are the fragments.
They whisper.
.
………………………………………………………………………………………………When I kiss
my Snnoowman.
message end.

Media, and it's technology, are popularly assigned the role of, medium, Telecommunication systems, have provoked a connection to, spiritual presences. Here you can see three historic characters evoked in this installation:,…
1) the phantasmagoria, and demonic evocations, of the great pioneer, Gaspar Robertson. (who founded the first moving image theater, in a crypt in Paris, in 1763);...,
2) the adolescent, Kate Fox's telegraphic contact with the spirit world by mysterious, Morse code, knocking, sounds (Hydesville, New York in 31 March 1848),,..
3) John Baird, the British inventor of the mechanical television, who foreshadowed the mind, body separation by using ventriloquist dummies in the 1920s for his first broadcast experiments.

Internet message:\\\\\\\
,why are there so many of us, who struggle living? is it fate? I don't know I do know that one's spirit can grow old just from struggling. no movie, dream or lotto ticket is going to change that reality

there should be a karmic law that states, after one has lived a fruitfull life for x number of years they are required to turn it in, and step into the shoes of the nearest poor soul

now that is real justice.

if you cant controll your own life, how is anyone going to do it for you?

The Performers you see projected here are long time collaborators Constance DeJong and Tracy Leipold as well as Linda Leven, Belinda Wilson, John McCausland, Sidney
Lawrence and Bill Kirkley...

everything is a matter of reciprocity……… what happens, causes something else, to happen and it goes on, and on, spreading out like ripples, on a reflecting pool, so, if I give love, hate,, sympathy,, scorn,,, or piitty,,, to you,,,, you may accept it, reject it, ignore it,,, or give it back to me... But, whatever you do, will be done, with equal measure, to what I have given you….. even if you try not to respond at all, the very effort of denying a responce, will be in fact a responce....

I believe with Schopenhauer that ine if the strongest motives that leads men to art and science is escape from everyday life with its most painful crudity and hopeless dreariness, from teh fetters of one's own ever shifting desires....................... Sometime’s i thinkmyself a genius, but most of the time i'm brain¬ dead………………... your awareness is not larger than mine, and my awareness is not larger than yours………………..where is marriane moscowitz. she once worked at a clothing store, and I met her. She exists, do you know her? you don't!!!!!!!!!!! I wake up every morning, and so does sarpists, priests and starving children......our morals and decisions are a product of our…………..,,,,,,,,, environment if morals are based on a persons environemtn, who is allowed to judge?

you must always act on your true nature. and you can never succumb to meaningless rules,,,,,,,, you must must always question moral rules to see if they have meaning or purpose to you………….. this does not mean that you should disregard moral and natural rules……..you….must …..consistantly strain important moral rules from accumulated garbage from years. .past…..there is no moral reason why you cannot climb a tree, and if you want to climb a tree, go climb a tre!!!!!cutting through

grass 1acrosse
algae shit

barriers
extinguish cars
beauty stands tall
walk deeply
on
sunk ground

goodbye

It sure is dark out here

Television archives store millions of images of the dead, which wait to be broad¬cast……………to the living….at this point, the dead come back to life to have an influence…………on the living...Television is, then, truely the spirit world of our age, it preserves images of the dead whichc then can continue to haunt us……..it also gives us the phenomenon of living
ghosts. or stars as we like to call themm
free me I dont know what to say!!!!!!!!!!!
what should i say??????? Can you tell me what to say????????
I cant tell anymore!!!!!!!!!
My brilliance is only superseded by my stupidity
Neogeo be true to yourself always!!!!! she had a mist in her eyes like a fog hovering over the city....she was either trembling with emotion or she was Irish, he couldnt tell which, but he wanted to hold her.
hi
It's not my fault will all these things we do make our dreams come true???
I left Manhatten and now i am happy .spooky shadows dance in this disco of a
city tonight dark treats are our social currency costumes and masques parade down the street who will you meet?????????????? A version of yourself!!!!!

Knowledge is firewood, it is enough……all - consumi ng thought of you

all consuming thoughts of you, creeping up on me at all hours of the night and day, like vines clinging to brink walls, pushing away other thoughts like they were cracked mortar between bricks. I change my position, brush them away in hopes that sleep or new thoughts will replace them,,,,,,,,,,,,,,curling into the blanket at my side like, cats, stubborn, sending out claws if I try to remove them...LITTLE
BEAR I LOVE YOU
all consuming thoughts of you
cute little little little bear...I dont know if there is a limit to how long our quote can be, but this is one of my favorites and i think sooo apropos for the denizens of this city to think about:
Our first tast in approaching another person, another culture, another faith, is to take off our shoes, for the place we are approaching is holy; else we find our¬selves treading on another person's dream. More serious still, we may forget that God is there before our survival. Rev. Cannon Max A.C. Warren

Cheers, hello Mark mitton! Suus here! Upsiedowntowm!
there is vitality, a life force, a quickening that is translated through you into action, and because there is only one of you in all time, this expression is unique

SHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. . . . . . . . . . . . . . qui et. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .listen. . . . . . . . . shhhhh. . . . . . . . .
quiet .listen
Park, are you well, its hard to tell... .your grass may be green but your heart may be blue are you lonely???? i have a new phone…..call mee…….the opening was an art students greatest fantasy , thought it has been some years since I have been one Congratulations all around……...it rocks .Happy Birthday Greekspice

diesel fuel (Scotland) cigarrette smoke (bars) mud (flea markets)......
fallen leaves (Haloween) subway grease (New York of course)…….. greass (soccer
games). . . . perfume (3rd grade teacher)... laundry detergent (exlover). . . . coffee
(church hall)….marijuana (differnet ex-lover)...night air (now)

I saw your ad in Time Out NY mag, and I am looking forward to seeing the art installation at Madison Square Park.

Can you tell me a little more about what this will be 1ike?
Thank you

humphrey bogart and baby wanted to eat a rabbit, a big gray furry one, and raw.
what does this mean? gentle frost, sun on crystal……..her hair glances...fragrance above shded woods…...her warm flesh in dark hollows under treefalls, her touch like a spider's clinging, silkin thread……the Moon, a cold dead thing, reflecting another's glory in the distant night……….And your body like a burning torch, inflames my liver to my great delight…...hello, I am very interested in your site, and am looking forward to what this is going to say with my
email .message end.

Margooo, my love for you is eternal………… Margooo, my love for you is eternal… Margooo, my love for you is eternal, Margooo, my love for you is eternal, Margooo, my love for you is eternal………