Interactive Art installation at Burning Man 2009. Below the million little notes written in the desert.

"It is Burroughs' Naked Lunch talking typewriter with beetle head!" [Anonymous]


#1

FACING EAST
LONG SUNRISE
SHADOWS
ADORN ME

WELCOME TO
THE VACANT
HEART OF THE
WILD WEST

TO WHOM I MAY CONCERN:
       I LOVE YOU       
#2


 

#3

welcome to burning man
we are fortunate enough

to have access to mean of
creativity in the middle of
the desert
the playa is our playground
the humanity our tribute
fresh wind of renouveau is blowing

life has many surprises for us
and we are there to cherish it

the moon is rising to us and
will show us how humble humanity is.

thanks for so much beauty,
with all my love
genevieve

 

C#10


C#131
The thunderstorm is approaching         
What to do?
 

C#5


C#54


think only of what it is that is thinking


C#54


mercurialt the birth the death
the is no complete, there is no "no"
only this lightning fast millennium
only this outraged heart.


there are only so many things one can say
before life feels repetitive. try to enjoy 
life and listen to those who talk you might
learn something new that you never could
have thought of if you didn't just list
new stuff living life so listen


REALLY...


C#48


C#54


Can't think of anything profound to write

right now. The back space key doesn't erase 
O well. Having a great time. REALLY...
  

D#21



what bitter truth is  there than

love? the truth is out there.

This too shall pass.
They say love carved
in a plastic milk jug lasts
longer than love

A#31

A#54


hi there my name is
start again the ink on this is clogged up 
with playa dust. we are from wales, a great 
and wet place. so surviving for a week
in a desert has been interesting
and hard in some ways. this week has been 
all about extremes, of weather, of emotions. 
truly sensory overload

C#6

C#4


yome eddie here
we were on our way to the trash fence
when i realized i forgot my trash 
compactor and mine clearing handbook.
back in Nam this would have cost me 
a leg and a testicle. 
-ekai 

C#32


C#81



Women! liberate

I will follow the

5 precepts this

typewriter kickstarted

D#322


B#3


as the moon 

rises over the horizon

do you remember my

words poems heart pain
light up please
i had a dream and then i woke up


Light, illumination. Opening portals of

consciousness and existence that we never

knew existed.



B#3


You don't know me, but I love you.

D#312


B#8


i love you

then why did you

ask me to leave

after we

made love tonight


C#12

do not type
this thing does
not work

D#308


B#3



jeff is the truth

jeff is dead.

as you read this
you will hear me count backwards
from ten, 9, 8, 7
6, 5, 4, 3, 2, ONE...
open your eyes, you are
in the hypnosis class and
it is wednesday at 530
the rest of burning man
and this one sentence
were part of your hypnosis
now you know 
how to meet even more
beautiful people on the playa

dust is the truth

B#18


C#9

Our leases extend only to our cries
they are too great and our urge to sleep
too strong to live, then, as an immortal,
for no loss is as great as that 
of the promise unfilled

B#19

the thing about love and time

that gets my goat is that they are at odds
one seemingly infinite and the 
other clearly finite.

I don't necessarily remember the people
I love, the places that mark time
sometimes sleep brings them back
sometimes work pricks thoughts up

these prompts are kind of like
cereal or underwear

people made them up to cover mysteries
that wouldn't leave them alone

in the morning when I wake I am
without memory and 
filled with time


C#43

B#3


To love is to share all of yourself. The
good and the bad; and accept those in return.


C#79



i very desperately need
someone to squeeze
i want to love

And your ribbon is upside down
let's do this again
i very desperately need someone to squeeze

LOVE YOU!

A#16

C#79


hello
we need an expert to help us

i am all alone out here.
memorize the moon
i trust myself
sunrise

D#321


D#107



Grace

Flow and ride
exemplifies
the inky love
we share together
All is not in vein


D#107


Teachers
exist to learn in 
front of others,
sharing their
mistakes for the
benefit of 
all



C#305

C#54
to my dearest love laura, my one hot 
moma of my two great kids. wish you were here
to see what I'm seeing.

 


D#107


tea for two- drink up
we share the water of life
let's drink deep tonight!


sun drenched kisses
light envious fire abroad
a moment's notice not required
green playa dust between 
them

A#32


B#34



Hi there,
my treasure fear in the world is that i will
develop alzheimer in my old age 
and won't remember my life. i guess in 
the end we are left with nothing. so to 
those i won't remember i say "i love you, i love you".



A#30


epilogue
I learned
that fear equals pain
and pain causes fear
I ripped a demon from 
my back a black snake
and I left it on the playa
wind


#2
D#23
Animosity
A Novel in Two Parts
Part One: Equality.
*******************
Quand je te vois, mon reve deviens realite
I'm getting tired, good night typewriter
 
B#6
had just one orgasm in my life. I used it.
granmother. everyone thinks i'm nice and 
i'm sneaky.

B#25

B#6
feed a man a fish and he'll eat for a day.
feed a fish a man and he'll eat for like a whole month.

B#6
I'm fairly certain I'm destined to do great things. 
I'm just not sure I've started yet.

       

D#16

B#6
he said I jst did not want to hurt you and planned to let me go after burning 
man. Luckily I have gut feelings.
I have one life and I would be damned if I live as a fool 
of someone else's deception
The only direction is to let go............
The path is never so clear with the
affairs of the heart
First time here, Love it. hello reader, welcome home. 

D#304
B#6
I have strange,
silly desires
which my two 

girlfriends
cannot fulfill
 

C#46

B#6
The typewriter was dark and sticky
What to do, she thought.
You are here. How do I know?
Scary, isn't it?

Ma nah me nah

do do, da do do

Ma nah meh nah

do do do do

the playa telephone si not here

this typewriter looked like a booth
from over there
damn you sneaky artists
 
A#19

D#15

I am Bob and I am looking for a
playa name. Please leave one here
tomorrow.
Thanks.
Insomniac Bob

 

A#11

C#49

"The time has come" he said to himself,
as he stepped through the barrier of
his own self doubt.

I was born on the back of the man on the moon,
and my hands are made of glass and my fingers
made of spoons. i always feel like I am speaking
too soon

it surrounds us in a friendly way


A#17

I run around looking for the friend
My life is almost over yet still I sleep.

Outside of a dog
a book is man's best friend
inside of a dog it is too dark to read

ha ha ha ha haha ha ja ha ha ha ha
Let's read few things, hopefully. For me:
always take new drugs with friends in
a safe environment. First experience with
ecstacy on the Playa with a stranger
an exercise in emotional breakdown.
Fortunately, good friends were on hand
and they were able to get me to a safe
location where I was able to come down
if not in comfort, then at least with
familiar faces. I'm fine now. Probably
not doing E again. Sticking to beer and
weed. Or, maybe, staying sober.

Burning Man is brilliant You are
brilliant. Ruby is brilliant. This
reminds me of Barton Fink.

 

D#303

D#129

The add sets in and
here we are, speeding and
bouncing into the glowing
night trying to see
everything before the
sand shifts and it's
gone. I know I won't
see half of it, as
I'm too busy watching
the goddamn fireworks
coming from the city.

C#303

The moon is full.

The breeze is warm.
There.

There is nothing more to be said
at this juncture.

finally u reach this mindframe
that allows just 2 b
and at this specific moment u simply r your self
sitting on a very high chair in total
darkness using a small flash light and
writing yourself outside... beautiful. sweet

and it never stops.
it goes on and
on
on
aaaannnddd on


C#18

C#121

Please read all of these


D#101
Is there a purpose to evolution? Does the
runaway process play out eventually?

The sun is setting over the mountains behind me.

I can see the lightrecede accross the playa
A man walks alone towards the light

Subjective v. Objective
Chaos v. Order
Internal v. External
Growth v. Decay
Honor v.

Invest in food.

Brandish your spite at the inaction
the decadence
the futility

and let me know how that works

Babyfish isn't my real name

Who left this gas mask here?

 

D#315

###

I came to the desert and I tried to typea note
but I found more beauty in something my own hand wrote


D#180

On high, an angel descended
with a wreath of flare
"Forever a burden thou shall bear
You who know no content"

Day 2
Stared into people's eyes this morning
at this class at the Ascension Camp.
I am surprised, two people remarked
on how kind and funny I look.
Then I passed the water truck while
biking and got someof the dust out of
my skin, this stuff gets everywhere!
I'm having a good time though I wish Kelsey
was here.
We should have waited in Reno and picked
her up.

 

B#10

A#26

note to self . have more fun


D#20

This is only the first chapter
of a very long saga....

playa on rauhaisa

just got a flat tire now i am
walking sucks to be me
tap tap tap royal tap playa
playa tap
just a ways to go... I can hear
the music but cannot see it.
the seat is comfortable although
warm... I think I'm going to find
the music afterall.... mozebuit

 

B#31

D#22

i like it here :)
but i miss my dogs :(



C#301

The Plata is serene...
The playa can be pretty lonely.
It is a good place to cry and to think.
But I guess good art makes you do
things like that.

This typewriter reminds me of my old
friend Alisa Starr, who makes snarky
postcards with a typewriter in
Portland.

Sometimes at Burning Man I am reminded
that I am not invincible, and it
really pisses me off. I hate
asking for help, but I am learning to
do it sometimes.
I feel better now. Thanks Mr.typewriter

D#4

D#129

these days, with my back turned to the man,
with clouds at I level,
the strength to keep,
stays with me.
it is staring me in the face
discounting and building me up,
the force is neutral,
indifferent to perfection,
spoiling for necessity.
It teases you with the Flow,
creating the perfect Matron.
then cradles away your hopes and fear
these days, with my back turned to the man,
with clouds at I level,
the strength to keep is waning,
and it stares at me in the face.
indifferent to perfection,
the fish swim away,
spoiling with necessities.
teasing you with the flow,
it creates the perfect matron,
cradling away as your hopes and fears grow stale.
these days, with my back turned to the man,
with clouds at eye level,
i will the strength to keep,
as it stares me in the face,
indifferent to perfection.
the fish swim away,
creating the perfect matron,
cutting through the playa dust
with a bright sad glow.
thank you for this perspective.

 
A#57

Interactive Art installation at Burning Man 2009 by Stefano Corazza

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