from the album, [#/tau] - Boris Hegenbart - First/Dew, The Hikuioto Selection
released January 1, 2013
A cartoon bird, digital territory, Yoko is being interviewed by the Professor. She's very nervous because it's her first time here. A digital elephant waves hello. Invisible hands are in the gutters, invisible hands in white gloves, skittish little fuzz balls, a train coming into her station, someone called Yoko, the squeals of a lemming, a percolator, a pod of pelicans, a rumored pack of river monsters. Slight of hand doesn't change the fact that magicians, winding a child's game, often die alone, buried in their silk-embroidered coffins in dank dark earth, stuttering on electric impulse. Two sweating adolescents lost in a channel, bailing, we must not let their sinking taint our symbolism. If I told you I was at the beach to sculpt a giant sand camera, he said, would you find that a negation of their unlikely death? 1, 2, 3. Like our friend White here, you are either with us or against us, and you can only dance so long before your audience finds itself another John. Yay, wind, water, and winding-down records do sound more or less the same before sunrise when the deer are out, often rutting often strutting often chasing scared adolescents. Your spirit will leave you with just a puff ball for a haircut. We are locked in the eternal non-start, the desperate coordinated shuffle of a doomed fuzzball economy, our gloves empty of us but still dancing on...
21. In the third photograph we see an expanse of ocean in the background. A woman wearing a faded bathing suit is visible from behind, her back out of focus but dominant, the light streaming through her honeyed hair. The boy holds a perfect butterfly net toward the sea.
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