Artist notebook made by Cheryl Penn in South Africa for Guido Vermeulen in Belgium.
Once this accordeon fold notebook is full, it will return to Cheryl.
I scanned first entry.
woensdag 30 november 2011
A NOTEBOOK
Artist notebook made by Cheryl Penn in South Africa for Guido Vermeulen in Belgium.
Once this accordeon fold notebook is full, it will return to Cheryl.
I scanned first entry.
The Music Box
Painting by Cheryl Penn and collage fragments by Guido Vermeulen, in Cheryl’s notebook for GV
Memories close to become routine
Painting by Cheryl Penn and collage fragments by Guido Vermeulen, in Cheryl’s notebook for GV
Mare Nostrum or the fall of Europe
Painting by Cheryl Penn and collage fragments by Guido Vermeulen, in Cheryl’s notebook for GV
dinsdag 29 november 2011
EIGHT DOGS
New booklet publication from Luna Bisonte Prods
collaborative writing between John Bennett and Mc Murtagh
maandag 28 november 2011
SHADOWS
SHADOWS
granular and pitted
caught in a silent backwash
who can hear our whispers
somewhere where there's
a ray of penciled light
and the perfume of gasoline
a man wearing dark glasses
and a pink wig limps by
it's only a disguise
he's really one of us
dreaming of a night
when the tide will rise
to carry him and all our
smothered whispers
far from the sea wall
November 28, 2011
ERIC BASSO, USA
granular and pitted
caught in a silent backwash
who can hear our whispers
somewhere where there's
a ray of penciled light
and the perfume of gasoline
a man wearing dark glasses
and a pink wig limps by
it's only a disguise
he's really one of us
dreaming of a night
when the tide will rise
to carry him and all our
smothered whispers
far from the sea wall
November 28, 2011
ERIC BASSO, USA
OKAY THEN
Cover of new publication from Marymark Press with poems by Mark Sonnenfeld and Dory Williams
ENERGY SUCKER
Poem from Mark Sonnenfeld and photo, part of the booklet publication OKAY THEN, Marymark Press 2011
SLEEP
Poem by Dory L Williams and photo, part of the booklet publication OKAY THEN, Marymark Press 2011
vrijdag 25 november 2011
donderdag 24 november 2011
The Western Lands, William S. Burroughs
The Western Lands by i'm a superhero i can like fly and shit.
ON THE ROAD TO MARRAKESH IS A WAY OF FLUXUS’ TRAVELING, dedicated to the Beat Generation
Small painted envelope for the Russian Fluxus project proposed by Svetlana Pesetskaya.
The Beatniks opened the gateway for the artistic revolutions that followed, including Fluxus (my vision anyway).
At a certain moment they were all in Marocco. It is there that mail artist John Upton (RIP) met William Burroughs but that encounter is a story in itself.
On the road refers of course to Kerouac’s major novel...
FUGITIVE BIRDS
Large collage poem on envelope for Emmy Verschoor in The Netherlands around refugees.
dinsdag 22 november 2011
S’ APERCEVOIR UNE NOUVELLE TEMPETE
AKA THE SECRET OF HURRICANES REVISITED
Small painted envelope inspired by the novel of Theresa Williams
Mailed to Theresa
THE BLOODBANK
THE BLOODBANK
We drove out to the Dunes
over the bloodbank
home of deceased features
embedded in shale.
Hounds smelled the flesh
of old sea monsters.
The earth's shorn data
jeered the war's toll.
Timbers toasted.
The whinny sound
festered on the ramp.
Witches crackled,
sanctified,
triumphed
in the hallowed Hall.
The band murmured
and spat grizzled sausage
on the shoals
of the Danube.
Neon skulls
blinked hours
over the ivory basin.
In the street,flares,
dice,steel eyes,
thirst.
The band strolled
and hummed
around town,
toured the sound stage.
Banjo cords powered
stolen gates,
linked forts,
exported
the dour planet.
Applause.
Hydrogen mouths yelled.
Devious voices
abhored time,
strummed jugular
divestitures.
On Crystal Street,
a vision
of jets departing,
a missile launch,
bombers,
gun metal,
an ambulance
siren
wheels
iron god eyes.
Woodwins
jazz notes burst the cold night air
from someplace warm
why not
some notes flooded
raw
laughed.
Analyses ricocheted
prestigious emblems.
The eaters of night
cast half chewed
galaxies through
the iron gate.
I read the forecast
at the track
of the filly
in the ascendant sky.
Pegasus' passage flashed
above the treetops.
Dark forms whisked
outside the courtyard.
Thirsty phantoms
sliced woodwins
on the bandstage,
swore and chased
the brass sound
of a tuba
echoed
in the red forest.
In the music hall,
banjo cords,
a requiem
of eyeblinks
spattered the estate.
In the forest,
the antecedent glowed
above the circuitous tire treads.
David Stone, USA
Poem that follows The Jazz Mind!
We drove out to the Dunes
over the bloodbank
home of deceased features
embedded in shale.
Hounds smelled the flesh
of old sea monsters.
The earth's shorn data
jeered the war's toll.
Timbers toasted.
The whinny sound
festered on the ramp.
Witches crackled,
sanctified,
triumphed
in the hallowed Hall.
The band murmured
and spat grizzled sausage
on the shoals
of the Danube.
Neon skulls
blinked hours
over the ivory basin.
In the street,flares,
dice,steel eyes,
thirst.
The band strolled
and hummed
around town,
toured the sound stage.
Banjo cords powered
stolen gates,
linked forts,
exported
the dour planet.
Applause.
Hydrogen mouths yelled.
Devious voices
abhored time,
strummed jugular
divestitures.
On Crystal Street,
a vision
of jets departing,
a missile launch,
bombers,
gun metal,
an ambulance
siren
wheels
iron god eyes.
Woodwins
jazz notes burst the cold night air
from someplace warm
why not
some notes flooded
raw
laughed.
Analyses ricocheted
prestigious emblems.
The eaters of night
cast half chewed
galaxies through
the iron gate.
I read the forecast
at the track
of the filly
in the ascendant sky.
Pegasus' passage flashed
above the treetops.
Dark forms whisked
outside the courtyard.
Thirsty phantoms
sliced woodwins
on the bandstage,
swore and chased
the brass sound
of a tuba
echoed
in the red forest.
In the music hall,
banjo cords,
a requiem
of eyeblinks
spattered the estate.
In the forest,
the antecedent glowed
above the circuitous tire treads.
David Stone, USA
Poem that follows The Jazz Mind!
maandag 21 november 2011
zondag 20 november 2011
The Western Lands, William S. Burroughs
The Western Lands by i'm a superhero i can like fly and shit.
vrijdag 18 november 2011
The Western Lands, William S. Burroughs
The Western Lands by i'm a superhero i can like fly and shit.
donderdag 17 november 2011
THE JAZZ MIND CROSSES THE DANUBE, drawing stage and drippings
New large painting around THE JAZZ MIND poem by David Stone
THE JAZZ MIND CROSSES THE DANUBE, stage of finishing colors
Large painting inspired by THE JAZZ MIND POEM by David Stone
THE TORTURE NEVER STOPS!
Small painted envelope, inspired by my favorite FRANK ZAPPA song, mailed to Theresa Williams
The Western Lands, William S. Burroughs
The Western Lands by i'm a superhero i can like fly and shit.
woensdag 16 november 2011
The Western Lands, William S. Burroughs
The Western Lands by i'm a superhero i can like fly and shit.
submission for:
THEME : Fluxus / Anti-Art ///
Deadline : March 30th, 2012.
Free medium and size. No fees. No jury.
No return. Exhibition in 2012.
Catalogue on line.
http://fluxusanti-artmailart.
All works must be sent by post.
Send to : Thierry Tillier
26 /021 , rue de Marcinelle
B-6000 Charleroi
BELGIUM
The Western Lands, William S. Burroughs
The Western Lands by i'm a superhero i can like fly and shit.
also this page is a submission to LOST ART, using the text from Heather Phillips:
The progression of natural wilderness overtaking a run down country house.
ROUND EARTH, OPEN SKY
A new book from the American writer Kirpal Gordon, published by Giant Steps Pressm Po Box 7539 in Freeport,NY, 11520 USA.
Comment by Eric Basso.
Cover by Rusty Shackleford.
Photo of the author by Andrew Lepley.
The book can be ordered via Amazon or at www.kirpalG.com
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