Tuesday, July 3, 2007

Connections, Patterns, Serendipity unite for a moment to form basic structure for a poam


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In the flash of recognition when I became aware of the connection as it was writing itself into my brain, the flash itself was an incredible poam: elements in the event tine sidebar came together to form something possible to form —of it couldn't have formed— yet something I hadn't predicted, so one of the concealed elements was the element of surprise.

—If there were no writing systems, I'd just as well perish—
—And, consider this: if hieroglyphs could move —and I'll try to get some hieroglyph fonts— the outcome might resemble some of the text choreography in some of my video poams; I'll play around with this and post the outcomes of writing video poams with hieroglyphs—



and maybe



(Keep these two video poams in mind when you explore the Fold Tine Activity in a previous post; the text folds and unfolds, then refolds differently, having behaved in a manner that allowed change or having interacted with something that encouraged change.)

Anyway, under "memory fold" in the event tine sidebar is a story about an event related to Moss Fold Road; yes; a map to this road, and the invitation to stay on the road, to keep going; well, the interface is with mortality, with a limit, the death of Jack Hargreaves, who had cancer folded into his brain and into his lungs. I am now oh-so-superficially connected to Jack and the story, and that isn't where I'd like to stay on this emerging map, so I will pursue more of the story, and maybe I'll increase the dimensions of the poam by reducing the "oh-so-superficial" status to only a "so-superficial" status in this mapping of compelling exterior and interior surfaces.

Is it a weakness of imagination that I didn't imagine this, that it was excluded by the parameters of what I could construct as possible until I added the "memory fold" event tine when I added it?

The poam as it emerges will inhabit this playspace in one form or another, more likely multiple forms as this post should be considered one of them.

UPDATE: I just pursured the story and left a comment at the site. Click to read.

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