before ipods and gameboys...

a group of family campers circa 1900, the youngest immersed in "new" technology...

when radios have green eyes...

"a green eye on the radio played coldly and distantly toward him. like the northern lights. bewitching, although it was really no more than a helpless machine. out of the loudspeaker came many different wishes."

1920's snapshot, text from tarjei vesaas (yes i'm obsessed with his writing at the moment), spring night, 1964.

the science of the combination of letters (or alphabet mysticism)

"perhaps the most inventive and imaginative explorer of alphabet mysticism was Abraham ben Samuel Abulafia (1240-1291), a spanish kabbalist who developed a concept of the use of the hebrew alphabet as an instrument of revelation. he called it hokmath he-tseruf ("science of the combination of letters").

abulafia wrote,"the kabbalistic tradition is divisible into two parts... the first occupied with knowledge of the deity, obtained by means of the doctrine oft he sefirot ("eminations," the ten spheres of the tree of life), as propounded by the sefer yetzirah... the second and more important part strives to know god by means of the twenty-two letters of the alphabet, from which together with the vowel points and accents, those names are combined, elevating kabbalists to a degree of prophesy, drawing out their spirit, and causing it to be united with god to become one with the deity.

abulafia believed that the mystery based at the spine of all things is the letter. every letter a sign, a symbol. the shadows of creation. pen in hand takes up ink and turns it into semen. the mind traces forms that language reveals, the letters clothe the invisible. every letter, within and without, imprints form, souls, minds, bodies, ghosts. into the letter into the word. contained, gathered up. each from each. one from the other.

divine language, the very atoms of reality. according to abulafia, "all things exist only by virtue of their participation in the great name of god." abulafia compared it to music. it is said the the systematic meditational practices he taught produced a sensation closely related to experiencing musical harmonies. hokmath he-tseruf, a music of pure thought beyond thought where the alphabet takes the place of the musical scale".

images and text from wallace berman retrospective, the fellows of contemporaty art, 1978. berman images: both untitled verifax collages, color 1967, b&w 1974. sculpture: topanga seed, 1969-70. text from the spectacular catalog essay by david meltzer. on the long list of things i would love to own, one of berman's verifax collages of hands and radios is high on the list!

with quiet breath...

they listen
with quiet breath
to the snow,
to the trees
(distant and barely there),
to the wind, lightly,
to the small electric sound coming through the headphones
and the radio,
to each other,
and then they disappear,
together.

listening to what...

you have to wonder what this guy is listening to... something in his ears somehow connecting him to a guy in a similar basement in the next town... voices, music, or fragmented audio worlds from some place more distant.

i suppose in a way, this guy is like us... trolling the airwaves (or the web) for surprises.

people talk about the "armchair traveler" in relation to reading books, but you can't close your eyes while you read... listening is the ultimate armchair traveling experience; and ever since we've had ears and things to listen to, there have been opportunities for sound to take us elsewhere.

with the advent of transmissions and recordings, a person can select their destination by throwing on a record or turning on the radio... you close your eyes, open your ears, and basically vanish. no wonder the paper on the wall in the photo above says "this is my busy day".

here's side two of a coverless african folk music 7" i picked up at the flea market on sunday. i don't have track names or other pertinent info, so it simply has to be as unquestionable as everything else in a dream.

perhaps if the guy in this photo had a really good "busy day", he heard something as beautiful and wonderful as this...