Cloudcuckooland
I want to riff on birds, riffing as a way of exploring morphic resonance between different kinds of material. Out there in the world, in art, music and literature, birds are ubiquitous. See Max Ernst’s Two Children Are Threatened By A Lark or re-run Hitchcock’s The Birds. Listen to Patti Smith’s Birdland while reading The Raven by Poe. Recall the Four and Twenty Blackbirds Baked in a Pie, Tennessee William’s Sweet Bird of Youth, Jim Morrison’s Bird of Prey, Leda’s Swan, Coleridge’s Albatross and perhaps the saddest bird of all Lewis Carroll’s Dodo. The augurs of ancient Rome would interpret the will of the gods by studying the behaviour of birds, their flight patterns, eating habits and songs. I make no such soothsayer’s claim for my activities, which are more akin to an open play of fanciful pattern matching.
