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Seagulls out the studio window, out the factory window, the brick and poured cement industrial building, the seagulls even though it\u2019s only 20 degrees they are screEching\u00a0 outside the factory window, in the wind circles, far away how they almost always sound unless you have fish.\u00a0 And the words got up all over them, in their wings, going gingerly the wrong way against the lie of their feathers, while i prayed quickly, if that can even count, to become the state of mind that brings the most peace. \u00a0But I have conditions, i\u2019m no spotless bodhisattva, my conditions are that i see, that i be shown, that i see whatever would be shown. i am now looking at the optical shadows and thinking of BFuller there\u2019s a name to remember, too, BFuller, thinking of the makerness of him. \u00a0How lucky the technology was available to record his writing and speech, not to mention all the entire body of his work, within a technology that keeps it and re-presents it.\u00a0 presents it again.\u00a0 So that i can read it and see it as another maker, another aspect of the maker, and take a lesson, lordy, let me take a making lesson from the always BeingFuller Buckminster. \u00a0How lucky for his mind and also the particular state of the iron age, the mid 20th<\/sup> with its exquisite machinery and baby budding spore hatchling digital nature.<\/p>\n

‘Take control of it you\u2019re making it’ is the message i am hearing getting.\u00a0 Look how he tells the story with every intricacy covered, mentioned, concerning all. \u00a0 \u00a0I think of what he said about us being complete<\/i>ly invisible in the layer of shimmer around the planet which he says not as a poet but as a scientist regarding the reflective nature of our planet\u2019s surface includ<\/i>ing depths of the ocean to the outer layers of the disappearing ozone and whatever nimbus of reflection we seem, ourselves, to emit.<\/p>\n

But i get practical, i am the maker after all, \u00a0i think of critical mass, which i learned in ceramics in glaze making, about melting temperatures and how individual particles, yesiree, individual particles melt at different temperatures depending on the admixture of neighboring particles. Depending, then, on the recipe. \u00a0the milieu. \u00a0Which means we can control the temperature at which the glazes melt, and get good, before they burble and fry and slipsizzle off the clay into a pool of graphite grey.<\/p>\n

i get wound up about the level of intensity that i know i\u2019ll experience when i read more Buckminster Fuller, and i will, but i also have not one but two copies of Sir Isaac Newton\u2019s Opticks<\/i> on their merry way to me \u00a0\u2013 one to read and the other to art \u2013 and how much else i have in the making, unfinishedness being part of the GreatAllIsOne.\u00a0 And i will be worst case scenario paralyzed with awe, and best case able to work on the tiniest percentage of wondered possibilities.\u00a0 Now that i read BFuller\u2019s speaking style i’m more at ease, it\u2019s like everything he knows is rushing out through his little-bit-too-small-voice, so that some of the words get hung up, disappeared, into the ethers, waiting for a page.\u00a0 Unfinishedness<\/p>\n

However, once the work has absorbed my meager mind, there is the getting about of the work \u2013 documents to produce, correspondence, time she ticks, the arm is getting better but it is weak, unable to bear. \u00a0It flexes and turns well.\u00a0 one-handed, that\u2019s how i made this epoch, i am one-handed, i am not in the studio art material, i am on the writing machine, the teleself. \u00a0 i think of the graceful amazing sculptures of george rickey<\/a> and how the stories wouldn\u2019t be fully written unless they whirled like so.<\/p>\n

I go to see them in my pictures and i am re-seduced by the shadow, this time as that of a miniature Calder, compositionally exquisite, near perfection except I can\u2019t pick it up and stroke it directly on my eyeball.<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n

\"calder<\/a><\/p>\n

I think also of BFuller\u2019s compassion for humanity not having any shred of information about itself except what it can scrape and assemble to make a story that satisfies, after it invents ways of seeing and talking about it, and we keep upping what a baby can know so that the human world is regenerating in our minds, a most unstoppable mass collaboration of creators all<\/i> too young to have so much responsibility.<\/p>\n

I think about the great makers, the great producers of magnificently full presentations, Fuller and da Vinci and Newton and Shakespeare and Hendrix, who brought and brought and brought and how i could buck up and fill in my writing with care in honor of these great makers, i could try and have my socks pulled up evenly just on account of being in the same shimmering invisible world as them.<\/p>\n

I hear Pan making a slumber party scary noise on the other side of my wall, cha cha cha cha cha cha he chirps thirstily.\u00a0 If it wasn’t scary, it wouldn’t be what it is.\u00a0 I make it this way. \u00a0 I decide it.<\/p>\n

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Seagulls out the studio window, out the factory window, the brick and poured cement industrial building, the seagulls even though it\u2019s only 20 degrees they are screEching\u00a0 outside the factory window, in the wind circles, far away how they almost always sound unless you have fish.\u00a0 And the words got up all over them, in … Continue reading invisible in the shimmer<\/span> →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":460,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_exactmetrics_skip_tracking":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-454","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/godshampoo.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/454","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/godshampoo.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/godshampoo.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/godshampoo.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/godshampoo.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=454"}],"version-history":[{"count":12,"href":"https:\/\/godshampoo.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/454\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":469,"href":"https:\/\/godshampoo.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/454\/revisions\/469"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/godshampoo.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/460"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/godshampoo.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=454"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/godshampoo.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=454"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/godshampoo.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=454"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}