Medea, jealous of Jason’s new bride, gave her a poisoned robe. The bride died instantly. As Rachel Carson writes in Silent Spring, we are also now becoming masters of death by indirection. We transform other living creatures into poison. Death elixirs -- we don’t recognize the devils of our own creation.
Silent devils most of the times.
I mixed the buzzing and beeping of the UVB-76 station streaming alive (recorded on September 18th at 11pm) with the rustling of trees in different frequencies (recorded on September 3rd at 1pm at the ecological reserve of the Pedregal de San Angel, Mexico City) while my computerized voice reconstructed three brief phrases from Rachel Carson’s book. It’s a small way to celebrate its 50th anniversary.
The UVB-76 station or Buzzer, has been associated frequently with the so-called Dead Man’s hand device. One of the cold war’s souvenirs. On reading Rachel’s writings, about man playing with the atom, awakening an unnatural kind of radiation, I recalled the signals of this phantom Soviet radio station. In my mind, it is the sound I would give these intangible devils we have created (yet have not acknowledged). Radiation turns nature into poison. Nature, though altered, continues. We are the ones in danger of disappearing.
-- Martha Riva Palacio
 Audio file kindly authorized by SDR MK1 UVB76 Repeater: Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike (CC BY-NC-SA 3.0) license
When I take a walk in the morning, I hear the birds are singing in the trees
But I’m usually in such a hurry; I don’t listen to what they’re saying to me.
They say, “It’s a good day, cause you know you’re alive
Give your life meaning and you will get by
Do what you say and say what you feel
It’s a good day to mean what you say.”
If I took all of my yesterdays and lined them up with all of my tomorrows
I am reminded to take each opportunity, and not leave them till the day that follows,
Or the next day, and then maybe lose my chance
When I take a walk in the morning, I hear the birds singing happily in the trees
Sometimes I listen to their secrets, and they teach me their philosophy
They say, “Take a chance, if you feel like dancing,
Then go ahead and dance, or start a new romance
Don’t waste your time on superficial things
Concentrate your efforts on what laughter brings.”
Birds don’t waste their energy on yesterday, they don’t focus on imagined tomorrows
They only see what’s in front of them, they don’t wonder about what will follow
They just fly away, and they keep on singing their song
Now when I take a walk in the morning, I say hello to my feathered friends in
Then I stop and talk to my neighbor, we laugh and pet his dog Louise
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"Philosophy of Birds" is a song lyric by Victoria Fuller. Check back soon for a recording of the song.
Victoria Fuller is an award winning professional artist and singer/songwriter who has shown extensively throughout the United States at galleries, museums, corporations, municipalities, and public parks. She received a BA from Regis College in Denver and an MFA from SAIC. In 1986 she received a fellowship award from the Colorado Council on the Arts and Humanities, in 2000 she received a Fellowship Award from the Illinois Art Council, and an Illinois Arts Council CAAP Grant in 2010. Her large-scale outdoor sculpture “Shoe of Shoes” created for the Fifth Annual International Sculpture Exhibition at Navy Pier in Chicago, was in The Really Big Shoe Show at City Museum in St. Louis, is now at Brown Shoe Company, in St. Louis. Another large-scale sculpture, Global Garden Shovel, was commissioned by Sound Transit in Seattle and is installed along the public transit line, in the Columbia City plaza. http://www.victoriafullerart.com, http://www.reverbnation.com/victoriafuller