Saturday, May 10, 2008

#159 The Flowers of the Abyss I




Hélas! tout est abîme
wrote Baudelaire—all is
abyss
, a completely
automated world of self-
assembling machine-flowers
made possible by an
emergent form of video
expression. Each change
brings out new curves in
the shoreline; in the same
ambient space there is a
region where the perception
of the image is still affected
by the dead blue screen. A
message appears to say
there is a problem with
the file. All windows
bare the infinite to me
.

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