particles disappear into ethos

late tonight i am walking back to the apartment from my car parked around the corner on rockwell, in ukrainian village. i stop to notice that maya's particle monologues are still floating on tree limbs. i smile. i step closer to read the text -- and realize that the text has already faded away into the universe. the two other tags tied two trees down -- same thing. her particles are truly faded into the air, and we all breathe in her universal "you."

towards a participatory poetics

"My interest personally is always in the "rub" between "self" and "other," outside/inside, male/female, and how words can play with those dualities, creating sparks in the very clash and mesh of the phones and phonemes. And how, too, the mouthing of the words, the vocalization, can generate energy that stirs people out of mesmerization. I'm interested in a participatory poetics, a transformative poetics."

Poet Anne Waldman -- Whole Earth Review, 1988

elementary particles

If an elementary particle truly has no substructure, then it is one of the basic building blocks of the universe from which all other particles are made.

Particle physics is a branch of physics that studies the elementary constituents of matter and radiation, and the interactions between them. It is also called high energy physics, because many elementary particles do not occur under normal circumstances in nature, but can be created and detected during energetic collisions of other particles, as is done in particle accelerators. Research in this area has produced a long list of particles.

Strictly speaking, the term particle is a misnomer because the dynamics of particle physics are governed by quantum mechanics. As such, they exhibit wave-particle duality, displaying particle-like behavior under certain experimental conditions and wave-like behavior in others.

brooklyn particles floating on iowa street, ukrainian village, chicago

maya's brooklyn particles arrive in chicago!

preparing particles for belize

jungle particle monologues

a message from magical lindsay in the jungles of central america:

"Manders. I am having an AMAZING time. A boy named Louis took my mother and I into the jungle on horseback for 6 hours to a mayan temple. He was the most beautiful boy I have ever seen and met. His soul was shine bright love kindness....

I tied your message to a cohune palm outside of a Mayan temple. I got lost in the jungle yesterday and it was scary. I saw monkeys that guided me.

i love you"