The Artist as Lord of Creation
Poems as Multi-media Visual Art - Project #14 Original concepts: September/October, 2011-2012 14--Poem in Morse Code Poem presented as a string of Morse code to form text. The code played over speakers, or perhaps a telegraph device with its sound amplified over speakers as the poem taps out over and over in a loop. Materials: Poetic text in Morse Code, ideally a telegraph machine, but a recording might do. speaker/ radio receiver. Together with a poster of the Morse code text. Notes: Can we make a large, wall-sized poster of the code? Do we want a morse code telegraph device to be tapping out the code? speakers playing audio tones? Yes to all three.
I've been having trouble including my audio outtakes of the text for The Artist as Lord of Creation rendered into morse code and woven into a soundscape that includes multiple voices and some sound effects. Much work to do still, as this is about 20-25% done. Stay tuned
Poems as Multi-media Visual Art - Project #14 Original concepts: September/October, 2011-2012 14--Poem in Morse Code Poem presented as a string of Morse code to form text. The code played over speakers, or perhaps a telegraph device with its sound amplified over speakers as the poem taps out over and over in a loop. Materials: Poetic text in Morse Code, ideally a telegraph machine, but a recording might do. speaker/ radio receiver. Together with a poster of the Morse code text. Notes: Can we make a large, wall-sized poster of the code? Do we want a morse code telegraph device to be tapping out the code? speakers playing audio tones? Yes to all three.
I've been having trouble including my audio outtakes of the text for The Artist as Lord of Creation rendered into morse code and woven into a soundscape that includes multiple voices and some sound effects. Much work to do still, as this is about 20-25% done. Stay tuned
Links:
http://morsecode.scphillips.com/jtranslator.html
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Text in Morse Code:
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Literary Poetic Text:
The Artist as Lord of Creation
Her mind's a jumble of brides
And bridges, birds as red
As her cheeks in the moonlight'
The city with everything where she paints it
Nothing where it wants to be.
Her almond eyes and velvet smoking-coat,
The brush and colors on her palette
Sing our greatest fear, voice
What we least want to hear,
What thrills us most:
We will get nothing we want.
We will get what she gives us
And like it.
