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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

zondag 26 februari 2012

THE FINGERPRINTS OF A SECRET PASSAGE

De vingerafdrukken van een geheime doorgang
van Guido voor Philippe
Februari 2012


Oh mère
Je résiste à ce corps étrange qui soi-disant prétend d’être le mien

Son ombre n’est qu’un reflet banal
de la lune fondante sur le mur suivant

Sa main est terrible mais mouvante
comme une énorme araignée qui grimpe et me regarde sans fin ou but final

Elle me dit que je suis à la recherche
de la lumière sorcière
et que ce conte finira mal,
dans la terreur meurtrière
d’une porte fermée
à tout jamais comme dans un rêve étranglé

Ma réponse est claire et nette:
Je sombre dans la folie
par acte d’amour, pas par désespoir
car la peur n’a pas de soucis
ni les couleurs des pieuvres

L’herbe rouge ne quitte jamais mes pieds
je chante légèrement
sa main sanglante met le feu final à l’insecte de la lutte des classes dormante, blanchie comme la neige mais pas innocente

Et oui, c’est un baiser
qui va faire exploser TOUT
et les temples brûleront d’Athènes jusque Washington et la pisse acide coule déjà des bourses du monde entier

La douleur de la vengeance
est un plat froid et cruel
l’ange me dit avec un choc
dans le cri de la fenêtre
comme maladie virtuelle mais mortelle
l’ange ne sait plus rentrer dans notre maison

car le mensonge suprême
c’est qu’il n’y pas d’assassins
parmi nous

l’appel critique vient de la chambre du père défunt dont je me souviens la violence de ses mots arbitraires et sans doute je porterai les blessures puantes à peine reconnaissables jusqu’à ma propre mort, jusque dans ma propre tombe souriante

C’est la raison pour laquelle je sors à peine .... et j’aime sans équivoque les arbres mutilés du bois dormant


Prose poem in French that I have illustrated with 8 large painted envelopes
Linked with passages from the text, translated into English

Mother, I resist this strange body pretending to be mine


FINGERPRINTS painting nr 1
Mailed to Eric Bensidon in France

His shadow is only a banal reflection of the melting moon on the next wall


FINGERPRINTS painting nr 2
Mailed to Eric Basso, USA

Looking for the light of the sorceress


FINGERPRINTS painting nr 3
Mailed to Mark Sonnenfeld, USA

I wander in insanity because I love, not from in despair


FINGERPRINTS painting nr 4 for Kerri Pullo Ryan

Red grass never leaves my feet


FINGERPRINTS painting nr 5
Mailed to Carina Granlund in Finland

The pain of revenge is a cold and cruel dish, a discourse on how to build a cemetery


FINGERPRINTS painting nr 6
Mailed to Piet Franzen in The Netherlands

The supreme lie is that there are no assassins amongst us


FINGERPRINTS painting nr 7
Mailed to Ginger Mayerson, USA

The critical call comes from the room of the dead father


FINGERPRINTS painting nr 8
Mailed to Laura Daniels, UK

vrijdag 24 februari 2012

The hidden eyes and the hidden heart


Poem around art by M. NIDHAM from Oman


The hidden eyes in flowers
seduce the gates of heaven

Birds pick up their scent
distribute them in the faraway trees

Umbrellas in the rain
are they and weightless perfumes

In the night fish glow
to light the oceans

They learned this trick
from desert sand and roses

They teach me also how to paint the horizon
with all the colours of the hidden heart

Guido Vermeulen, 24 February 2012

maandag 20 februari 2012

Lost visual art as comment on the use of duct-tape and dynamite


Collaboration: John Bennett and Guido Vermeulen

Too many nights lying awake


Collaboration: John Bennett, Matthew Stolte, C M Bennett, Cheryl Penn

Flux the western hemisphere


Collaboration: John Bennett, Jim Leftwich, Musicmaster, Cheryl Penn

Rotting bees


From John Bennett

Lake mimics


From John Bennett

Dreaming moon talk


From John Bennett

Grumbling pain viking


A collaboration between John Bennett and Musicmaster

Pain in the sky


Collaboration between John Bennett and Musicmaster

I LOVE Leigh Bowery








Vispo book 1 contributions by Susan Mortimer inspired by Leigh Bowery

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leigh_Bowery

vrijdag 17 februari 2012

The white hotel itself was lost in white. «We must try to find the path back,» he said hopelessly.


ATC from Theresa Williams inspired by Dylan Thomas

DYLAN M. THOMAS (1914-1953)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dylan_Thomas

What shall I do with the body I’ve been given, so much at one with me, so much my own?


ATC from Theresa Williams inspired by Osip Mandelstam


OSIP MANDELSTAM (1891-1938)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ossip_Mandelstam

As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed


ATC by Theresa Williams inspired by Kafka


FRANZ KAFKA (1883-1924)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Franz_Kafka

In this windy nest open your hungry mouth in vain


ATC by Theresa Williams inspired by Issa

KOBAYASHI ISSA (1763-1827)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kobayashi_Issa

What America did you have when Charon quit poling his ferry and you got out on a smoking bank and stood watching the boat disappear


ATC by Theresa Williams inspired by Allen Ginsberg


ALLEN GINSBERG (1926-1997)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Allen_Ginsberg

I have been one aquainted with the night, I have walked out in the rain and back in the rain, I have outwalked the furthest city light


ATC by Theresa Williams inspired by Robert Frost


ROBERT FROST (1874-1963)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robert_Frost

Wipe your hands across your mouth and laugh. The worlds revolve like ancient women gathering fuel in vacant lots


ATC by Theresa Williams inspired by TS Eliot


T.S. ELIOT (1888-1965)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/T._S._Eliot

Nevertheless it is with our poems that we must visit ourselves


ATC by Theresa Williams inspired by Stephen Dunn


STEPHEN DUNN (1939-)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stephen_Dunn

An old song on a hot midnight patio of summer: «The house of the rising sun», look at the hazy stars so soft in the coatdark blue


ATC by Theresa Williams inspired by Hayden Carruth

HAYDEN CARRUTH (1921-2008)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hayden_Carruth

I want to fill my trembling hands with your impenetrable mame, to southe my headache in the reek of you that permeates your skirts


ATC by Theresa Williams inspired by Charles Baudelaire



CHARLES BAUDELAIRE (1821-1967)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Baudelaire

One dumb mouse tore apart the whole damn house


ATC from Theresa Williams inspired by Sherman Alexie


SHERMAN ALEXIE (1966-)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sherman_Alexie

Inspired by Richard Diebenkorn







From Rebecca Guyver, UK (Vispo book 1 contributions)


RICHARD DIEBENKORN (1922-1993)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Richard_Diebenkorn