TRAVEL DIARY

A weblog regularly updated by Jodi Rose.

Wednesday, March 19, 2008

11:05 PM
Posted by jodi rose

'if all your dreams survive, destiny will arrive'

Somehow the angels have been listening, and after meeting Udo a few weeks ago at my last laptop gig in his experimental living room space - studio aporee - with Mari, now here we have this fabulous new toy:

Radio Aporee Golden Gate

Soon there will be a view of the world on this interface with all the bridge sounds (uploaded so far) that you can mix together to experience your own global symphony. and eventually, live streams.

I must have some really good karma from previous lives ;)

Here's to new friends, local community and shared inspiration.

A few weeks ago I had the impulse to walk down the road to the hauptbahnhof and play in the lifts. They're so beautiful, circular glass bubbles that glide smoothly between the train & s bahn, with intermediate levels of shops and people hurrying between places.

Watching the endless tramp of feet, reflecting on Michel Serres' writing on places of mass transit, where angels come to give us messages... in between this world and wherever else there is.

"The reason why angels are invisible is because they are disappearing to let the message go through them.. we are living in the volatile transmission. This word volatile is angelic form. The transmission of message, of code, of signal is volatile. We say now about money that it is volatile, it is turning into the transmission of codes, of messages. Dissolution is taking place. All points can be connected to all other points.

We have many many places.We have remembrances of our land, your land, I have too. We have two lands. One for work, one for melancholy, something like that. It is very interesting to have two levels of places, or three, because we remember that we did not originate in the place where we work. It is an angelic state of life too.

In the morning I write with my hands. I think the body is the subject of writing, really the body. My experience of writing is not an intellectual experience. It is a bodily experience. I feel myself as a manual worker. The origin of the word page is pagus the Latin name for the field where the peasant ploughs the earth. Peasant, pagus, page exactly the same thing. When you write you are ploughing a furrow. It is exactly the same labour.

I think that the human species is always travelling. We are wandering. We are nomads. This is not a new state of things. It is a very ancient state of things."

(From an interview by Hari Kunzru with Michel Serres)

This was my theme song during the radio conversation with Jean-Baptiste (in a side tribute to his 'billie jean' project). Sail on silver girl, (I always think that's the bridge) your time has come to shine, all your dreams are on their way.

Johnny