Translations = Media yangga

I've been thinking about meaning and language - is language powerful or weak. Powerful but limited? 

I'm playing around with free online translators. I went from English to each of the languages offered (in alphabetical order) and then back to English in between each translation to trace what happened. Starting with the phrase: 

"of course everything I say is clear as day," and ending with "Media yangga"

of course everything that I say is being clear as noonday

everything is natural that I say, as a midday clearly

everything is natural what I say, like one I halve it clearly

All is natural, that I speak, as one I divide into two it clearly

Everything is natural, that I spoke, since I split into two it clearly

Everything is natural, that I spoke, since I tore in two it apparently

Everything is natural that I spoke, since I tore it in two apparently

Everything is natural what I was speaking, since I tore it in two apparently

All is natural, that I spoke, as I have torn it in two apparently 

Everything is natural, that I was speaking, when I have torn it in two evidently

Everything is natural that I spoke when I tore it in two obviously

It is natural that everything is speaking when I tore it clear in two

Naturally, that whatever is said when torn into two clear

Of course, that everything that is called when torn into two clear

Of course, all of this, known as the torn, divided into two clear

Of course, all of which, known as the torn, divided into two separate

Of course, all of them, known as ambivalent, divided into two separate

Everyone is known as ambivalent, divided into two separate

Everyone is ambivalent, divided into two

ALL ambivalent, halved

ALL, half are ambivalent

ALL, is half the ambivalent

ALL, the medium is ambivalent

Ambivalent about the attitude of all the media is

The attitude of the media is all about yangga

The media is all about yangga

Media is about yangga

Media is yangga

Media yangga

Handstands in Space!

Messing around for the first time in After Effects. 

In Autumn, trees drop their leaves

MANIFESTO

I am for an art of space, time, touch, taste, see, smell, hear. 3-D, 4-D, 9-D art-work/ art play. Because-I-wanted-it-to-exist art. Tall-white socks art. Tattooed-eyebrows art. Pencil art. Chalk art. Bubble art. Wax art. Glitter art. Kid art. 

Art that feels like primal drums on the shaking, breathing floor beams of the second story. 

I'm for an art that chases tag-your-it and sings with swarming locusts and dances without bones like an orbiting windmill. I'm for an art that is picked up from a bench like a piece of cold, forgotten pizza and immediately devoured. I'm for an art that smells like armpits that smell like humans. 

Deep sun-salutation, child-pose, downward-dog breathing art. Alto art. Wood-grain art. Local art. Cheap art. Free art. Huge art. Smart art. Dumb art. Achey breaky heart art. 

Wind art. 

Wind art. 

Wind art. 

A little boy told me that crabbing would be more fun if it were war and the crabs had guns - I'm for that art. 

I am for an art that crumbles into a flakey, papery wad in the pockets of laundered jeans or blankets like the last spinning-seconds before sleep. I am for an art that tickles until you can't breath, like an over-zealous father. I am for an art that wrestles or flirts or analyzes handwriting in carnival booths. I am for an art that lies in your lap like a warm hand. 

Art that grows like an avocado stuck through with toothpicks in a water glass on the kitchen counter. Art that knows itself like the year you decide you're not a child. Sense-making art. Native symbols art. Combinations art. Letter art. Word art. Sentence art. Story art. 

Hard-to-eat art. Honeysuckle art. Walnut art. Seeded concord grape art. Hard-shell blue crab art with sticky yellow guts and feathery lungs and sweet white meat...art. 

I am for an art that is walked on like a welcome mat or scraped into snow like an ice rink. I am for an art that calls in the middle of the night. 

I am for an art that talks or mumbles or yawns or laughs like an unfurled ribbon of magnesium. 

Magic. 

It's really intense

when someone turns on the light after you've been sitting in a dark room. what if i could just keep turning on more and more lights until everything goes white. 

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