"meaning is what an explanation of meaning explains"
Ludwig Wittgenstein

Enigma n^2 is an experimental audio/visual work of sound/code poetry and interactive/generative
music at http://vispo.com/animisms/enigman2 . It is meant to be played loudly.

It's related to an interactive visual poem from 98 called ...

ungun nungu!

jc


ps. hi vuk



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<FONT>This is a very good tool<br>
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rachel,

could the announcment below be posted to the 9/6 rhizome
digest please?

i imagined the project would interest your readers as the
material was collected, heavily processed, and created
using digital media, it is installed in a new media
gallery, and involves projected light and spacialized
sound. i ...

k, maybe with an incredibly intruiging installation setup and artist statement, this might approach being worth the viewing time.

THIS STATEMENT BY MARK TRIBE IS FALSE.

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THIS STATEMENT BY MARK TRIBE IS FALSE.

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<FONT>Hi,This is a special new game<br>
This game is my first work.<br>
You're the first player.<br>
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Collaborators Sought for *Water Water Everywhere*

Filmmaker/activist turned event producer is seeking collaborators for
the following event:

Called *Water Water Everywhere?* (working title), it's a
collaborative, multi-media project inspired by *Blue Gold: The Fight
to Stop the Corporate Theft of the World's Water.* It's part
education (cold, hard facts ...

On my planet, tell me what dowager gawks
as the suns that triple cells quadruple
across our sky a jelly with lead and fantastic
sadness in store for you. What derringers god

the tinfoil space helmet on the astronaut
that glisters and twists with everything fanatic
as the red rum ...

I like the sun chips away at everything.
Explosions of crepe dogwood at warp pink
and purple wallop, as in high yellow pavements

push feet from dissonance to sober waking. She's

in right now around the television just un-smudging
her eyes from where we unraveled our streaming
on sheets. There's ...

i wonder if the increase in San Fransico reality state has zaphod feeling bitter and unpleasant. look the robot builder is losing it. karie karie why don't you love me? ha ha ha h aah h a. hey, can you make me real.



"The things that make you a person ...