Hidden messages

Posted by Dave Bonta on January 1, 2008 (last modified at 2:41 pm, 1/1/08)

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Call for Submissions: Hidden Messages

The world is full of hidden messages, real and imagined: the letter concealed in the stem of a pen, the meeting place coded into a newspaper ad, information sailors derive from the weather, destinies astrologers divine from the stars, art drawn on the walls of catacombs, the farmer who finds signs in the behavior of livestock, the teenager who hears joy or doom in the seemingly random order of radio songs, people speaking freely among strangers who don’t know their language, the vast distance between what is meant and what is said.

This issue of qarrtsiluni is interested in hidden messages: the ways they’re concealed, the moments they’re revealed. The “messages” we’ll collect for the issue can come in any form: poetry, story, painting, photograph, essay, fragment, memory, code, and, for the first time, film.

Does our world conceal a great secret, or is it always struggling to speak? What hidden messages have you found? What do you dream of finding? What messages have you concealed?

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Jean says:

January 2, 2008 at 1:34 pm

god, I love that photo.

Happy New Year, Dave!

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Dave says:

January 2, 2008 at 7:26 pm

Thanks, Jean. It’s an old one, but reprocessed – my tastes have really changed in the way I want my pictures to look.

Happy New Year to you, too!

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