The Birdhouse

This archive represents hundreds of pages of outdated writing and web arts, kept around for purely historical reasons. Birdhouse Arts Collective started at the birth of the web (around 1993) and was maintained actively through around 1999. None of it has been updated since then, and the formatting and coding is embarrassing by today's standards. But in the mid-90s, there were few enough sites in existence that there were actual print magazines dedicated to reviewing individual web sites, and Birdhouse was written up in lots of them. We even won awards for our "cutting edge" use of web technologies, since we were pushing the limits of what was then possible (for example "flow" was the first example of using heavy repetition with animated gifs). Today, the old Birdhouse is just a slice of web history. FWIW.

The crux of the biscuit is the apostrophe.

-+- A r t s C o l l e c t i v e -+-

Words {essays, rants...}

Images {paint, collage...}

Dreams {surreal excursions...}

Happening {best of...}

Etc. {declassified...}

Spong {HTMLart...}

Submit {yeah, submit...}

Contributors {who's that...}

Misheard lyrics {our 'nuther site...}

The Birdhouse is a loose-knit collective -- a platform for essayists and writers, painters and digital artists, surrealists and situationists, ranters and rationalists, collagists and collaborators.

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Why?
Scot Hacker -- Web(foot)master
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Let me have silence always in the centre of the shouting, that is essential. Let me have silence so that no pin may drop and not be heard, and not a whisper. Escape is for all our spouting, nor the needle scratching upon this gramophone of the circular cosmic spot. Hear me, mark me, learn me, throw the mind's ear open. Shut up the mind's eye, all will be music. What sculpture of sound cannot, what cannot as a fluid token words, that nothing else cannot."
-- Wyndham Lewis

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