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retired
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Restoration by rongo rongo

July 31st, 2007 6:17 AM

INSTRUCTIONS: Many of these tasks completions are temporary: transitory bursts of inspired silliness and brilliance that fade away with the passing days.

Choose a task completion that tickled your fancy but, alas, is no longer with us.

Restore it to its former glory.

Repetition is a form of change! Since this was my Eno task's saying, what better task to restore in a repeated yet different way? Also, I had only managed to fit the first two parts of T.S. Eliot's "The Wasteland" onto the strip of paper previously, so this was a chance to put the rest of poem up onto the same location.

Sweet Thames, run softly till I end my song,
Sweet Thames, run softly, for I speak not loud or long.


Since I pretty much ran all the selected markers dry with this task the first time, I had to alter the flower pattern from roses to asters. This time, the strip was an extra couple meters long, so approximately 45 meters of flowers and poetry. Having learned from experience, this time I rigged up a tape and art dispensing necklace device, and used extra tape to try to minimize wind damage.

I Tiresias, old man with wrinkled dugs
Perceived the scene, and foretold the rest -
I too awaited the expected guest.


While I was installing the poem, a man stopped and said that he was glad to meet me, because he'd seen the first version of this task and really liked it. We talked a little about SF0, and he told me that he'd seen another public art installation around Davis Square consisting of many keys attached to random places, with a cryptic phrase on each key. I was thrilled to have met a sort-of-fan.

He who was living is now dead
We who were living are now dying
With a little patience


I went by the site about twice a day for three days, watching the paper yellow in the sun. The new taping scheme worked, and very few pieces blew off in the wind. On day four, there was a lot of rain which washed off most the marker ink, and I took down the installation.

The awful daring of a moment's surrender
Which an age of prudence can never retract


It seemed like repeating this sort of public art actually attracted more attention the second time. It seemed like more people were stopping for a look. It was really encouraging to see people reading the poem, and made me want to do this on other occasions.

Shantih shantih shantih

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A roll of cash register paper is the vehicle to carry a message from TS Eliot


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Drawing meter by meter


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Neck-mounted tape, art, and poetry dispensing device


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Using extra tape to minimize wind damage


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A bicyclist got off for a closer look


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A rat crept softly through the vegetation Dragging its slimy belly on the bank


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A jogger paused to read along most of the bridge


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A small fragment blew off the railing, but I was able to re-attach it


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Sunset through a chain linked fence


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His vanity requires no response, And makes a welcome of indifference (After the rain washed off most of the ink)



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posted by Ink Tea on July 31st, 2007 8:30 AM

Fucking hell! WOW is this cool!

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posted by rongo rongo on July 31st, 2007 8:35 AM

Thanks! I've been enjoying this idea of turning utilitarian public structures into art displays.

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posted by Blue on July 31st, 2007 12:02 PM

Arrgh!!
Way to brighten up the Praxis Page!
And my day

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posted by rongo rongo on July 31st, 2007 12:21 PM

It was fun...the ironic part (given the poem text about lack of rain) is that I had to keep delaying deployment because it has been raining almost every day.

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posted by YellowBear on July 31st, 2007 3:14 PM

I loved it when you did this!! I am glad you brought it back for a part II. Can't believe you had the patience to sit and write out the rest of it. I encourage all people voting for this to go back and appreciate what is being restored. More votes for Rongo!

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posted by spotlight skullshines on August 20th, 2007 4:05 PM

nice retelling of all notable events!

you showed me fear in a handful of sand
posted by Jonah Spector on October 22nd, 2007 12:31 PM

Dios Mio! I wish I did something like that.


I'd buy the wasteland on a roll!

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posted by Lizard Boy on January 18th, 2008 11:25 AM

I'm sorry I missed this when you first did it. Wow!

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posted by Rather Dashing on January 31st, 2008 12:59 PM

This is awesomer than awesome. i remember reading it back when i first joined, but for some reason, never voted for it.

you have my vote, madam.