tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32097757.post115636719929633012..comments2007-04-16T01:53:36.982-05:00Northern Nomadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15387051643699446437noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32097757.post-1157318048783614322006-09-03T16:14:00.000-05:002006-09-03T16:14:00.000-05:00Hey Phlegmfatale and Meg, I like the whole found art/poetry and serendipitous music thing. I suppose that that's how advertisements connect largely--little triggers of memories and desires that are already circulating.northern_nomadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00576114634340909244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32097757.post-1156794651873656412006-08-28T14:50:00.000-05:002006-08-28T14:50:00.000-05:00Or has this ever happened? You hear a song that you hadn't heard in a long while - maybe years. And then all of a sudden, you hear it three times that day, and then maybe three other times that week, and it's no longer all that special?Meg Nakagawahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01350447919000146804noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32097757.post-1156766719809559842006-08-28T07:05:00.000-05:002006-08-28T07:05:00.000-05:00When you said "found poetry" Meg, it also reminded me of -- well, has this happened to y'all? -- you're driving along and listening to the news or an interview or a song on the radio, and your eye locks on the very word you're hearing as you pass by it in written text on a billboard. It's an interesting phenomenon-the brain seeking connections, I think. Sort of what makes us addicted to the internet, in my opinion. Same thing.phlegmfatalehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08636803080525003892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32097757.post-1156753482083058512006-08-28T03:24:00.000-05:002006-08-28T03:24:00.000-05:00Very classy; congrats. I was reminded of "Found Poetry" we had to do a while back - you find words and phrases in the public domain and had to make up a poem - probably decades before the poem magnets were mass-marketted. Nice touch.Meg Nakagawahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01350447919000146804noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32097757.post-1156636350751981082006-08-26T18:52:00.000-05:002006-08-26T18:52:00.000-05:00Phlegmfatale,<BR/>why, thanks! We're so on the same page. I'd like to do more with billboards, especially by getting up close. But that's difficult most of the time. I know what you mean about Burroughs. I haven't read Gysin, though. I should look into him. The Flaming Lips and Sonic Youth were terrific.northern_nomadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00576114634340909244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32097757.post-1156471513830958962006-08-24T21:05:00.000-05:002006-08-24T21:05:00.000-05:00I love this post and how you describe your awakening to the inner life of cityscapes beyond the first impression. The most privileged view of any place is the outsider's view where the eye has not been trained to look to the pretty features in which we place our civic pride, but to the sometimes seamy underside and its more realistic pulse of life. <BR/><BR/>Speaking of the cut-and-paste cherry-picking of signs reminded me of a style of writing Byron Gysin and William S. Burroughs used to talk about. They claimed they would write a book and slice each page of text into 4 pieces and then jumble the whole thing up and reassemble the lot and thus would be wrought a greater written work than the original intention of the text. For fiction or essay or whatever, this sounds quite the load of crap. For such facile writing as billboards and adverts, however, it totally works.phlegmfatalehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08636803080525003892noreply@blogger.com