07 September 2010

Possibilities of the Page

More and more, I make and navigate digital pages; more and more I think of how pages behave, what happens on pages that are dynamic. I wonder about the emergence of pages that are life forms, that grow and evolve, triggered by interactions with content.

Customizable message plants offer a somewhat crude beginning for a green story or a poem that grows line by line in a group (or stanza) of these plants.

Are the messages and logos genetically written into the plant? —I think of genetically modified corn in which each kernel grows with a letter on it, perhaps just to spell out I am a genetically modified ear of corn.

It's not hard to imagine a very different type of spelling bee.

The words are carved into the seeds, the messages growing somewhat like scars?

I've read about those scientists that inscribed the Hebrew Bible on a silicon surface smaller than the head of a pin, so an entire story plant might be possible, might be growing somewhere.
Stories are being told without words, however; growth is affected by environmental circumstances in collaboration with genetics. It is possible to read chemical constituents of soil, air, water, fertilizers that are pages and chapters of a plant. It is possible to understand specifics of growth compromises through analysis of a plant on a cellular level.

Could an evolution of leaves that sprout messages in human languages occur without human intervention? I can imagine that, but I think that, for now, imagination is best equipped to support that evolution.

Poems that a 17th century Chinese farmwife reportedly wrote on tea leaves with pollen, circumventing her husband's envy of her literacy did not inspire the tea to grow differently, and the steam from tea as he drank it did not spell out the content that he drank without comprehension, her satisfaction taken entirely by him as a form of, a page of the pleasure that is possible for a wife to feel for accomplishment that strengthens marriage, a fist of her words liquified to flow easily down his throat, swallowed without question.

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