Thank you, Barry & Doug. Yes, per haptic vision at Mercey Hotsprings, a sweet & rare cosmic gift for the City Boy! I have been informed that was Mars out there - looking like it had been poked in the eye.
"Immersed"? you ask, Barry, when I make these things. In a sense. Inside & outside. The trick is to it without being in a literal bath! I just follow - &/or let the pen follow the eye & ear everywhere, penning micro & macro (focus & energy permitting) wherever I can.
& that probably no different than many of us here.
Stephen
http://stephenvincent.net/blog/
Current home of "Haptics: The First 100 Days of President Obama"
This is Day 64 for the record.
--- On Wed, 3/25/09, Barry Alpert <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
From: Barry Alpert <[log in to unmask]>
Subject: Re: Snap - Vincent
To: [log in to unmask]
Date: Wednesday, March 25, 2009, 7:57 AM
Stephen,
Enjoyed reading your text and viewing your haptic simultaneously on the same
computer
screen. Since I've written in the bathtub for years (on occasion dropping
paper but never
experiencing a total loss), I wondered whether your prose was inscribed during
a period
when you were immersed? And whether the haptic drawing was rendered during the
same interval?
Barry
On Wed, 25 Mar 2009 07:56:34 -0600, Douglas Barbour
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wrote:
>from the 'local' all the way out & back. neat, Stephen, very.
>
>Doug
>
>Quoting "Stephen Vincent" <[log in to unmask]>:
>
>> from The First 100 Days of President Obama.
>>
>> Day 60, 9-10AM, March 21, 2009, Mercey Hot Springs near Firebaugh
>> [Fresno County, California]
>>
>>
>>
>> Bird songs dot, rise, fall, loop and proliferate. First day of Spring.
>> The mating already well begun. Last night, three o?clock or so, out on
>> the cabin porch. No moon. An extraordinary bed of stars & planets
>> specked around the hemispheric black bed. On the edge (I am guessing)
>> of the northeast horizon, a jarringly layered red and white striped
>> planet is an aberration among its slowly flashing white partners.
>> An alert, an alarm, the flare of cosmic argument? Some ultimate
message
>> bearing on the local?
>> A bird call, one echoed then layered, one
>> upon another. The pen moves gently and quick to accommodate the
>> chatter. The option of romance. The romance of options. The profile of
>> one bird atop the crown of a local tree. Calls echoed in the nocturnal
>> rhythms of the stars. One imagines, one wonders.
>> Mercey Hot Springs was named after the Frenchman who discovered the
>> no doubt Indian medicine site. Merci (thank you) - was his real
>> name. Much cleansed by the sulphurous waters, I thank him, too.
>>
>> Stephen Vincent
>> http://stephenvincent.net/blog/
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