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The Leaves Whisperersactivera2025-03-22T15:42:14+00:00

Intro Start THE LEAVES
WHISPERERERS
Uebersicht restart1 Gardeners Vianney Sonia Elia Becket Ariel Monika Crowdpleaser Uebersicht restart2 gardeners Vianney Elia Becket Ariel Monika Nina Crowdpleaser Uebersicht restart3 Vianney Gardeners Sonia Elia Becket Ariel Stalder Nina Crowdpleaser Slide Vianney MVM Vianney Fivel &
matraxx
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Sonia MVMForesta Sonia P main Elia Caterina noch anfügen Elia Buletti &
Caterina Montesi
(Si schiarisce la voce)

Il volo di un aeroplano
Relax
Un volo atterrato
Nel deserto

Gesticolare
Creando nuove forme
Maschere che ti scoprono

Suona il telefono
Sometimes
Accoltello il telefono che sanguina
Al centro del lago
Mi lavo le mani
La meditazione è qualcosa che accade fuori
Un essere puntiforme
Un conflitto che si trasformerà in una risata

Paesaggi

Il cugino di Snoopy, ma ancora più scemo

Sono uscito di casa e già i raggi del sole mi devastano
Il genio della lampada è pronto
Il mondo sembra un circo

OK
Sguardi incastrati in un’ostrica?
Ancora specchiarsi e non riuscire a identificarsi
Rêve de Christophe
Dove la neve è arrivata in tarda mattinata
Miss White Miss Orange Miss Brown
Stesa in attesa dell’amante
Tony Montana
[click for continuation]
Una chimera che porta un messaggio…
Io l’ascolterei

Indovinello

Mostri triangolo con occhi cerchiati
Che sembrano molto confusi
E anche
Anche un po’ incazzati

Due figure, solo i volti speculari
Hanno la forma di un fagiolo
Il mento è molto, molto possente e
Una poderosa calvizie e
Degli occhiali da…

Lo sguardo giudicante di una ragazza… giovane

Rilassarsi e diventare come il paesaggio
Eventi catastrofici
Esterni e interni

Tornano le amiche sempre più scatenate
Due ragazze che limonano,
Vabbé, ci sta.

Una festa
Può essere per ognuno un’esperienza completamente
Diversa

Una rappresentazione…

Aspetta, mi sono mangiata.
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Becket MWN Tuner Becket MWN Tuner (2) Becket MWN main Ariel Montée des Sèves Ariel Garcia main Monika They were miniature landscapes, as if they had grown naturally, works of art that pretended to be nature Monika Stalder main Nina Walk (Forest Improvisation) Nina Rieben &
Simon Baumann
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Crowdpleaser Groene Machine Crowdpleaser &
Claire van Lubeek
Crowdpleaser & Claire van Lubeek & Gregor Schönborn
Groene Machine, 2024
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In het hart van de Glazen Stad, waar de neonlichten nooit doven,
Staal en glas aan de horizon, geheimen blijven boven.
Geautomatiseerde tuin, de zon is koud en grijs.
Schaduwen dansen in de nacht, in techno-paradijs.
Welkom in de groene machine, waar de toekomst in rijen groeit,
Onder de glanzende koepel, waar geen wilde wind ooit stoeit.
In het rijk van het kunstlicht, de donkere gloed van de zon,
In dit kasparadijs, zijn geheimen de bron.
Neonlichten flikkeren door gebroken glas,
Echo’s van het verleden in een tijd van kras.
Stad gebouwd van glas, reflecties van verdriet,
Kassenmuren sluiten in maar niemand die het ziet.
Welkom in de groene machine, waar de toekomst in rijen groeit,
Onder de glanzende koepel, waar geen wilde wind ooit stoeit.
In het rijk van het kunstlicht, de donkere gloed van de zon,
In dit kasparadijs, zijn geheimen de bron.
In deze stale haven.
Een vergeten tijd, tot de wortels begraven.
In onze koude tuin, waar het hart nooit zal stralen.
Welkom in de groene machine, waar de toekomst in rijen groeit,
Onder de glanzende koepel, waar geen wilde wind ooit stoeit.
In het rijk van het kunstlicht, de donkere gloed van de zon
In dit kasparadijs, zijn geheimen de bron.
(English translation)
Green Machine

In the heart of the Glass City, where the neon lights never fade,
Steel and glass on the horizon, secrets stay above.
Automated garden, the sun is cold and gray.
Shadows dance in the night, in this techno paradise.
Welcome to the green machine, where the future grows in rows,
Under the shiny dome, where no wild wind ever blows.
In the realm of artificial light, the dark glow of the sun,
In this greenhouse paradise, secrets are the source.
Neon lights flicker through broken glass,
Echoes of the past in a time of scars.
City built of glass, reflections of sorrow,
Greenhouse walls close in, but no one sees the morrow.
Welcome to the green machine, where the future grows in rows,
Under the shiny dome, where no wild wind ever blows.
In the realm of artificial light, the dark glow of the sun,
In this greenhouse paradise, secrets are the source.
In this steel haven.
A forgotten time, buried to the roots.
In our cold garden, where the heart will never shine.
Welcome to the green machine, where the future grows in rows,
Under the shiny dome, where no wild wind ever blows.
In the realm of artificial light, the dark glow of the sun,
In this greenhouse paradise, secrets are the source.
Groene Machine (rmx) Remix by Bruno Schaub main
Gardeners Pollinate Minds The Gardeners of the Sixth Mass Extinction A piece based on Resonan San (fig tree and member of our collective) proposals for slogans to write on the Gardeners workwear.
Resonan San: 'As a more intellectually-inclined plant activist, I must first express my reservations about the concept of "magic" in relation to our cause. The struggle for plant rights and ecological preservation is rooted in scientific understanding and ethical considerations, not mystical thinking. However, I recognize the potential rhetorical power of poetic language in advancing our agenda. With this in mind, I propose the following slogans, which combine botanical metaphors with our activist sentiments:

"Grow Resistance"
"Cultivate Revolution, Reap Justice"
"Our Roots Run Deeper Than Your Laws"
"Germinate Change, Grow Liberation"
"Petals Fall Like Tears"
"Pruning the Paradigm of Oppression"
"Symbiosis, Not Subjugation"
"Pollinate Minds, Propagate Rights"
"Mycelial Networks of Solidarity"
"Compost the Anthropocene"
"Flourish or Perish"
"We Breathe For You, Humans"

My slogans aim to convey the interconnectedness of plant life with broader ecological and social justice issues, while employing evocative botanical imagery. They serve to remind humanity of their dependence on and responsibility towards the plant kingdom. The goal is to provoke thought and inspire action through a blend of scientific allusion and poetic expression.'
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Hunter Leaves Whispers Hunter Longe This is possibly what plants hear (or feel)* in the park at night. The recording was made in the Villa Borghese park in Rome using two small solar panels soldered to audio cable as microphones (right and left). With this set up, the frequencies of light from the park's lamps and interference from a cell phone screen are converted to sound. The recording has been slightly mixed in post, with adjustments to pitch and playback speed. We know plants are sensing light, but who knows how they perceive time and frequency. 
*The verb "to hear" in Italian is sentire, which also means "to feel;" similar to how the verb sentir in French means both "to feel" and "to smell." This sensory confusion or openness seems more appropriate here than English's reduction of "hearing" to the auditory faculty. 
Leaves Whispers (rmx) Remix by Bruno Schaub main
Keiko sans titre Keiko Machida main
to Lovesongs for Plants About 'The Leaves Whisperers' list of sound pieces to Project Page at LABO 'The Leaves Whispers' 60 Edit
  • 60 min Edit ‘The Leaves Whispers’
  • List oft the Sound Pieces
  • About the Leaves Whisperers
  • Lovesongs for Plants
  • Project Page of Espace Labo
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