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PAINTINGS BY EMMY VERSCHOOR

VOOR EMMY

Voor Emmy

Zijn het pluimen of bladeren
die ontsnappen uit je binnenste hartkamer
of is het de gloed van de kleur van kloppend bloed
hunkerend naar de stilte van rimpelloos
Water?

Als haar handen vloeibaar worden
krijgt de piano vleugels op het doek
Een boom verbijt haar vergezicht
In de diepte luisteren wortels verrukt
naar de zachte braille van haar bestaan
Tuinen hangen van de wolken
omlaag, omhoog groeien vreemde bloemen
uit een ingebeelde notenbalk.

Guido Vermeulen
14 november 2011


Muziek bij de video: Claude Debussy

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

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

SHOOT THE MOON aka the art of science







Artist book production by Rob Grant, Australia

donderdag 24 november 2011

The Western Lands, William S. Burroughs



The Western Lands by i'm a superhero i can like fly and shit.

FLUXUS RUSSIA



Painted square from Svetlana Pesetskaya to announce a Russian Fluxus’ project

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!

zondag 20 november 2011

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.blogspot.com/

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