rusty congaree


a dithered newspaper headline that reads: rant and rave, why won't the cockroaches be my friends?

south carolina swamp critter. high entropy/low information.

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when the básquetbol game goes dull, you can fuck with your camera settings like so:

basketball game rendered into ghostly abstraction. marine blues & maroons. linear shapes in the backgrounds with clotted bumps. in the foreground a blue figure.
ghosts invade the game

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new posts:

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poem for éliane radigue

sound waves
persist after silence,
their ghost still
bouncing
around yr skull

black & white & solarised photo of trees & shrubbery crowding out the sky. ominous vibes through out.

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"Once — I believe it was 1986, high summer — I came on something remarkable while on a walk through the fields East of Vienna near the Hungarian border and close to the birthplace of Haydn. The corn stood high and it was just before harvest. The hot summer east wind swept through the fields and suddenly I heard das Rauschen (noise/the sound). Although it was often explained to me, I can still never say how wheat and rye are different. But I heard the difference. I believe it was the first time I really heard outside an aesthetic circumstance (say, a concert). Something had happened. Before and after were categorically separated, had nothing more to do with each other."

-- Peter Ablinger

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pink & purple square of 16 squares. each square is a different photo. eyeball close-up & a pecked tree rendered into abstractions & textures. dithering has smeared the whole.
nature is already abstract: congaree creek

soundwork