In a previous post I had been trying to respond to my friend Susan’s tough week with some words of my own– word processed, hand-written and spoken. Simon grabbed the words and ran them through the transmogrifier of his own grand voice and then poured them into the new glass below. Here is what he did.
Tuesday 09:03 AM by sensor63
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I responded on the Soundcloud site with annotations to his sound file (one of the best parts of their cloud application as far as I am concerned). It isn’t every day that someone holds up a mirror to your words to see if they are still alive. That is what Simon did.
Then I got to return the mirror to his words with more words, recursive and echoing. I took all of my responses at his Soundcloud site and refashioned them into a single piece here in the Hackpad below where it starts as a ‘found’ poem of sorts and can be collaboratively transformed if anyone wants to play.
I am reminded of the potlatch cultures of the Pacific Northwest who measure status in a community by one’s capacity to give to others. When I get involved in these back and forth gifts of attention and care, I feel like the richest man in the world. We give away all and we get all back, but somehow it never feels like an exchange of commerce. It is a different kind of back and forth, a totally made up game with the rules improvised through friendship and loyalty and fond…hacking? Or something like that, only better said, huskier and with more feeling. And quiet as a 24/7 laundrette at 3 a.m.
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This is (e)motion capture.
Your annotation is making me rewind my memory of (e)motion within your poetic suit. Will blog.