OAS Node n: Alessandro Ambrossini's ~SEEYOURSOULWITHATELESCOPE~
Monday, September 24, 2012 at 10:33PM 
[From Ale/OAS Node n]:
Dear Playaz;
Please welcome to our Fibonacci Arena a Italian artist, Mr. Ambrossini! he has a beautiful project called ~SEEYOURSOULWITHATELESCOPE~ which seems incredibly similar to Kaleidoscope, right #jez3prez? :-) it is a project filled with poetry, inviting people to share their greatest dreams. not consumerist, not necessarily dreams you dream at night but rather dreams that keep you awake and actually keep you going. #OWS is such a dream for many of us, this pluripotential space where we our dreams together trying to make them a reality. ∞ to ooze #poiesis! ∞ always… :: here is a brief summary ::
~SEEYOURSOULWITHATELESCOPE~
a dream weaver, a dream catcher.
with a few words (200-400 words) can you share your utmost dream? I believe that dreams can help people and maybe they can change the world a little bit, specially when dreamt together. if you want you can add some image or video that illustrates your hypothetical, possible or impossible dream ~ even write a poem about your dream. or dreams.
Would love to have dreams from #OWS. can you share it with me and the world?
he is a little shy about his English, but there is no need to be shy here my friend. Rafa also speaks Italian pretty well, you guys should definitely Skype!
He draws and does other media as well. i was thinking about the incredible combo #OAS node 1 + Direct Action Flaneurs + Occupied Stories? :-)
anyway, let’s make it happen. #OWS could use some dreams to get a bit of #poiesis back on our movement.
Ale!
∞
admin
Here's my dream…if it is of interest send it along, anywhere...
solidarity,
Chris
Up
Flocks of tamed pigeons
float from a tunnel painted
on the mountainside,
Boulders push their bellies
into the morning light, pear
trees ride the tall grass…
Out on the bay, icebergs drag
their skirts in the summer haze.
Houses slip inch by inch into
the sea as if afraid of the cold.
Occasional breezes stir
The ash and soot falling
In clouds from the east
Somewhere and when they do
The sunlight spotlights
A fellow stepped off the cliff’s
Edge, his legs churning mid-air—
no forward progress, no sudden drop…
Bullets stop at eye-level,
Red clouds pause overhead,
He walks on, not looking
Down, pushing his weight
Into the emptiness that suspends
Him. Pigeons watch with the blank
tranquility of sleep as another
and another steps off, as if
the air beneath their feet held
not space or force or grim
prospects but another kind of
obvious, something worth
the risk of losing , while
others rest…What does it take
to step off the cliff’s edge
when so much is falling:
houses dropping, towns
vanishing in a red sea...
A loud noise sends the flocks
Flying back into the painted dark,
A sudden storm shreds the paper
World, but those who occupy
The edge, the free air, and
The horizon beyond are as
light as baby's breath...
When will they come down?
Maybe soon, maybe never.
Maybe it doesn’t really matter
So long as they persist,
Keep at it, keep going,
Not look up, not look down,
But ahead, taking to air,
everywhere.