The layering in of ‘invisible poetry’ (words that only appear when wet) as a sort of stream correlates to some of my first ideas about the project. At one point I contemplated the incorporation of stone benches along the trail engraved with some sort of poetic meditation on water, natural life cycles, the historic flume & city water system. Would’ve gone that way if they hadn’t already installed wooden benches along the trail (and I didn’t have 8 other ideas).
This may present an opportunity to potentially bind the 4 components of the overall project (flow).
What if each subproject (free, fly, flow, flume) had some iconic language running through it as one poetic statement about the interconnected of life & water? I’m thinking here of something relatively short yet not prosaic. Extremely allusive and metaphoric. Really well-chosen words that flow.
"For we, we have taken our sheet upon her stones where we have hanged our hearts in her trees; and we list, as she bibs us by the waters of babbling.” —Joyce, Finnegan’s Wake
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