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Bits and Pieces of Conversations

What emerged when Simon and I started to Dialogue Together
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Kevin Hodgson

on 24 November 2014

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... which led to a remix ...
by Kevin
Bits and Pieces of Conversations
.. which sparked a dialogue ...
Call and Response
Kevin
"Do you ever come away from something and wonder if how you remember it is how it happened? How do our filters affect our understanding?
Simon
"I know my memory is hyper-selective. I have always had the ability to operate in a parallel universe. A lot of the time I remember completely different things from other people."
Kevin
"Do you ever think about whether your online presence meshes with your offline presence? Is it just ONE YOU? Or do you carve out pieces of your SELF to share in different spaces, in different times, with different audiences?"
It Began with a Blog Post ...
"He was sitting in his
bedroom looking into an ill-defined distance when I arrived."
-- Simon
Simon
"When I write or draw I discover voices, lines, scribbles. Are they mine? I don't recognise them at all. I find stuff that I would be incapable of writing or drawing. I recognise other people's voices. I discover echoes of stuff that I hadn't realised I had noticed. "
Kevin
"You know, this morning, when I read your initial post and saw the dialogue there, I could hear the voice of the other -- your father, it turns out, but at the time, I only saw his voice as a character that needed .. voice. "
Simon
"When you recorded your remix, it was like the situation and the dialogue was no longer fiction again. Hearing your version, took me back to the personal dialogue, to the bedroom. I was there more entirely. My father was no longer safely dead and simply a part of memory. There was dissonance. It took a while for the new fiction to become safely fictive."

Kevin
"... voices infuse my writing, even if I am on the only one to hear them out there in the wild. Sort of like butterflies but instead of netting them and pinning them down, I am doing the reverse: hearing them and releasing them and seeing where they land and end up. Most of the butterflywords flutter away, forgotten even by me. Some land on flowers, seen by others. Still others become mixed up with the other butterflies of other writers, creating that magical canvas of composition that is what excited me about writing."

Simon
"I never really had realised before why it was that I was more creative at those (connected) times. Now of course it seems obvious. You need to be connected. That I think is why I could not NOT be active online it is like a basic human need for me. I can not survive in the contact of some people who are, for me, alienating ... being in their presence is like slow death for me. I need to feel alive.

Kevin
"Did you notice, too, that I added some dialogue to the last bit? I remember thinking I was stepping over some line ... moving beyond what you wrote to add what I was thinking about your blogging and writing, and interjecting some of me into the character that I was representing back to you."
What if Our Conversation was Music?
And where will it go from here?
Wait for the Audio
Wait for the Audio
Wait for the Audio
What if our Music was Art?
Wings pulse, wings pulse, wings pulse, imperceptibly...
breathless,
silent,
emphemera,
revealer.
Wings pulse imperceptibly...
Wings beat, Wings beat, Wings beat, Wings beat, Wings beat...
boundless carnival.
vibrating vortex.
volatile creatures,
all amplified
in
a
net.
Wings pulse, wings pulse, wings pulse, imperceptibly...

breathless,
silent,
emphemera,
revealer.

Wings pulse imperceptibly...

Wings beat, Wings beat, Wings beat, Wings beat, Wings beat...


boundless carnival.
vibrating vortex.
volatile creatures,

all amplified

in
a
net.

-- A Poem By Simon
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