PF 2020

Now that ( nula.cc ), which first went live in 2009, has officially
spanned a Gregorian decade, let me spend a moment looking back.

It started as an itch in my brain, sometime in the mid-00s, a
dissatisfaction with how the wwweb was being used; mainly: how most
creators of its “sites” were making use of it. Grounded as it was in
text, the wwweb by all rights should give birth to a new form of
literature. Files are digital artifacts, “written” on electric media. If
we accept a certain equivalence, what does that imply? I decided to
create a problem space within which to conceptualize, and populate it
with my own works. That is how ( nula.cc ) started.

The medium of text, let us understand, began several thousand years ago
as an aid to arithmetic, and was used mainly for the recording of
numbers of sacks of wheat, for example, or camels, or amphoræ of oil.
Its usefulness thus demonstrated as an aid to our biological memories,
it later took on sacred and magical roles, fixing ritual in immutable
forms so it could be perfectly repeated, thus pleasing the gods; and,
along with that, stories, poems and songs were also written down. Text
could enthrall, it could sing and teach, and it could preserve history.

In the digital age, text was, for the first time in thousands of years,
asked to do something entirely new. It was asked to do work. The
instructions in a program file (electrically written words) can be “run”
so that some new result, often impossible to create by physical means,
can be displayed on a glowing sheet of glass; or flood out of
loudspeakers; or a moving image can be thrust forth on a cone of light.
Each of these experiences are fundamentally different manifestations of
the same thing: computers interpret the instructions given them and some
attached speaker or screen gives us the chance to perceive the results.

So the web site ( nula.cc ) is my response to this problem space, an
exploration of some idea of what a “digital artifact” is. The project
continues to grow and change, by grace of your attention and responses
to it. My enthusiasm is yet unflagging and I am grateful for all who
have paused here to read, look and listen.

--
58853 as it rises

Let us accept for the moment the collective fantasy that the turning of
the great imaginary odometer, in its perfect regularity and
predictibility, has some independent meaning beyond its accidental
existence. If we do so, we will more readily accept this work as a way
to open a new decade. And one, it seems, in which almost anything may
happen.

nula.cc/58853 as it rises

--
58818 nocturnes ~

(album) How heavy the blackness is, yet how easily pierced by light. The
night reluctantly recedes from the advance of electricity; a grid of
incandescent windows, the shreik of a bright advertisement, the swinging
beams of a passing vehicle. The fragments of night scuttle off in all
directions, to hide in the glades, and collect the in dark corners, the
lightless caverns of the imagination.

This anthology draws acousmatic portraits of reveries or direct
experiences of the night, whose interchange with the day forms one of
the most fundamental dichotomies of human existence.

1. night poem 8 m
2. milky way 10 m
3. passage 18 m

4. nocturne 15 m

   nulacc.bandcamp.com/album/nocturnes
   nula.cc/58818

--
Visit Bandcamp to download nula.cc works as full-resolution 24bit-48k
audio files. You can pay what you want, even nothing.

nulacc.bandcamp.com/

--
main page : nula.cc
all filecasts : nula.cc/list
project information : nula.cc/about
any and all reactions to : editor@nula.cc