Love Letter

From Carina Granlund, Finland

On kindness

From Gilberte Vermeulen, Belgium

Quote by Mark Twain

Le passeur est energy!

From Wilma Duguay, Canada

MARCEL

From Serse Luigetti, Italy, Portrait of Marcel Proust

The rag-picker

From Theresa Williams, USA, based on a poem by Charles Baudelaire

I LIKE THE ART TO TAKE ME WHEREVER IT WANTS TO GO !!

 works from Taidgh Lynch, Ireland

His comment is for me also the essence of ART BRUT aka OUTSIDER art, the link with COBRA is also quite obvious (GV)

ASEMICS ? ARTIST BOOK

From Christopher Skinner, UK

The dream of the gipsy woman: NUAGES, CLOUDS

Tribute collage to Django Reinhardt

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

Tribute to Gutai and Shozo

From Diane Bertrand, Canada

VINCENT cuts in disgust his second ear !!

The prophecy of the crystal bowl before the mirror on the bourgeois chimney:« I assure you dear, one day you will be married to the most decorated man of the French nation and his name will be ... André Breton»

The rows between Belgian and French surrealist are part of the legends of our art history. I played with the idea of naming the horse in the dog collage below: BRETON and naming the dogs after the Belgians:
René Magritte, Paul Nougé, Marcel Lecomte, Camille Goemans, but dropped that idea: 2 easy!

So instead I made this mockery collage to tickle the French pope of surrealism.

From René Magritte to Guido Vermeulen: the history of surrealism in Belgium, 1924-2012

I just needed to rectify this book! Woof woof !!
New idea 2day: why don’t I add my own spectacles on the book

Help, I'm not so self assured!

HELP! Tribute collage to The Beatles to please please Tiziana Barrachi

From Lennon & Mc Cartney

Help, I need somebody,
Help, not just anybody,
Help, you know I need someone, help.

When I was younger, so much younger than today,
I never needed anybody's help in any way.
But now these days are gone, I'm not so self assured,
Now I find I've changed my mind and opened up the doors.

Help me if you can, I'm feeling down
And I do appreciate you being round.
Help me, get my feet back on the ground,
Won't you please, please help me.

And now my life has changed in oh so many ways,
My independence seems to vanish in the haze.
But every now and then I feel so insecure,
I know that I just need you like I've never done before.

GOD SAVE THE QUEEN aka SPOT THE DIFFERENCES

Collage, tribute to Johnny Rotten and The Sex Pistols

Sex Pistols
Never Mind the Bollocks Here's the Sex Pistols  (punk album from 1977)
God Save The Queen

God save the Queen
the fascist regime,
they made you a moron
a potential H-bomb.

God save the Queen
she ain't no human being.
There is no future
in England's dreaming

Don't be told what you want
Don't be told what you need.
There's no future
there's no future
there's no future for you

God save the Queen
we mean it man
we love our queen
God saves

God save the Queen
'cos tourists are money
and our figurehead
is not what she seems

Oh God save history
God save your mad parade
Oh Lord God have mercy
all crimes are paid.

When there's no future
how can there be sin
we're the flowers
in the dustbin
we're the poison
in your human machine
we're the future
you're future

God save the Queen
we mean it man
we love our queen
God saves


God save the Queen
we mean it man
there is no future
in England's dreaming

No future
no future for you
no fufure for me

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/God_Save_the_Queen_(Sex_Pistols_song)

FOXY LADY

Collage, tribute to Jimi Hendrix

FOXY LADY by Jimi Hendrix

Foxy
Foxy

You know you're a cut little heartbreaker
Foxy
You know you're a sweet little lovemaker
Foxy

I wanna take you home
I won't do you no harm, no
You've got to be all mine, all mine
Ooh, foxy lady
[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsfreak.com/j/jimi+hendrix/foxy+lady_20071513.html ]
I see you, heh, on down on the scene
Foxy
You make me wanna get up and scream
Foxy
Ah, baby listen now
I've made up my mind
I'm tired of wasting all my precious time
You've got to be all mine, all mine
Foxy lady
Here I come

I'm gonna take you home
I won't do you no harm, no
You've got to be all mine, all mine

Here I come
I'm comin' to get ya
Foxy lady
You look so good
Yeah, foxy
Yeah, give us some
Foxy
Yeah, get it, babe
You make me feel like
Feel like sayin' foxy
Foxy
Foxy lady

Foxy Lady

OLVIDOS DEL WHITE VERSE URINE

New artist book edition by John M Bennett (USA) with front cover by Yours Truly (BE)

Charles and the goodnight stories

Double bill! 2 Cartoons magazines from Clark Pissmeyer, USA
One inspired by the movies of Rainer Werner Fassbinder
The other by novels and poems of enfant terrible Charles Bukowski
Suddenly I feel young again or quite old in fact (GV)

DEAREST PAUL

From Crow Black, USA

Dearest Paul,

When the blackbird cries,
someone dies
in a concentration camp
somewhere,
alas!


Guido Vermeulen
Tribute to Paul CELAN

LA FIBRE

From Guido Capuano, Italy

La fibre vibre comme le sang qui coule dans nos veines, par amour, espoir et son contraire...
Guido Vermeulen, Belgium

H O M E

Collage,
tribute to the African American writer
TONI MORRISON.

Her latest novel is called HOME.
I hesitated buying it.
Another book on how bad the black people
were treated by the American albinos!?
I know this stuff 2 much
but when I opened the novel and I read the opening
poem WHOSE HOUSE IS THIS?
I said to myself
OH GOD OF SURREALISM
this is pure Magritte, this is pure magic!!

So I used one of Magritte’s paintings as starting point
of the collage: the house in the shadows of the dark
illuminated only with a few sparkles of light
while the sky is clear, full of light and clouds.
Fantastic painting, one of my favorite Magritte’s,
I can see it very time I want in the Museum of Ixelles, Brussels 1050!

I wonder if Toni knows this painting? Not that this is important.
The key in Toni’s poem is transformed in this collage into a string instrument in stone, Magritte would certainly have approved this transformation. He did similar transformations in many of his paintings (GV)

THE SCREAM for a Marxist interpretation of the work of Edvard Munch

Collage; in all comments on The Scream experts see an expression of pure individual and psychological pain and terror. Maybe this is true but why do we feel lost in the world?

SOCIAL JUSTICE DOES NOT EXIST amongst others.

Dedicated to Philippe Menten.

FIGHT THE POPE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Tribute collage to André Gide and his novel THE CELLARS OF THE VATICAN, published in 1914

Dear Lumumba, where are your teeth?

Collage A4 and a very emotional one for me!

On the assassination of Patrice Lumumba, 1925 - 1961 (decided by the CIA, UN officials, the Belgian government and royal family):

Four days later, two Belgians were sent to exhume the bodies, cut them up with a metal saw, crush the skulls, and throw everything in a tank of sulfuric acid. In a recent reconstruction of the facts carried out by the Belgian VRT network, Gerard Soete, a police chief who worked for the Katanga regime, confessed - as did De Witte - that he was ordered to make the cadaver disappear with sulfuric acid, a task he carried out with his brother. He added: "It was not easy, we had to cut them up. I kept two of Lumumba's teeth and a bullet covered with part of the skull as souvenirs." All of this was recounted without his showing any emotion.

(the whole plot was to disappear the body of the first leader of independent Congo and to erase all possible traces, including dental testimony, the teeth were thrown in the ocean, except the souvenirs Gerard Soete kept in a very morbid way. He confessed the truth just before he died and  had to testify before a parliamentary investigation commission;

GV)

More info:

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

http://www.thenewblackmagazine.com/view.aspx?index=599

http://www.nigerdeltacongress.com/articles/assassination_of_lumumba.htm

I also want to pay tribute here to the Belgian poet HUGO CLAUS (1929-2008) who was one of the only Belgian  writers who exposed the attrocities committed by the royal family and government of Belgium in the Congo.

He wrote tribute poems to Lumumba. I scan below the last one he wrote \(in Dutch and French translation by Marnix Vincent). I read this poem during a meeting to honor Claus’ memory after his death.
Frankly I have NEVER recovered from his passing and probably never will. 

Final sentence of this powerful poem:

The god of the albinos sits on your corps as on a public toilet

Swinging Paris

Dialogue between Ana Kawajiri and Guido Vermeulen

SiSYPHUS IN THE SUBWAY

Collage I made for Sisyphus project proposed by Robert Varlez, a tribute to Albert CAMUS (writer of the Sisyphus myth)

Please, dear baron, leave these trees!

Tribute to the Italian writer ITALO CALVINO (1923-1985)

Inspired by his book IL BARONE RAMPANTE (THE BARON IN THE TREES) from 1957

More info on

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

REMEMBER TO BITE THE ELBOWS!

• Morning sun never lasts a day
  pastel 2012
  
  

  

  Nothing lasts forever, there is a law of the land.
  Its all tend to forget, but remembering to bite the elbows.
  Do not have time to lose, its only then did not catch up.
  Hurry and you do not fall behind until a heart is beating, you also have time to.
  Nothing anywhere else is not so easy to give, on the ground is far from paradise

  IRINA TINOHOVA, Ukraine

  Remue magazine

On Journalism

Mike Cannell and George Orwell

Published also on my rebel blog but this is 2 good not to repeat it here !

RAIN and TEARS

RAIN and TEARS

around a drawing of Saha Khosravi from Iran

In a dream I saw a young artist

from Iran with a twisted body

against a tree in a traumatic forest.

Both were crying tears of resin brown

without any obvious reason, so I thought.

Was the tree using the body of the girl as go-between

or was the Persian femail in a process of profound fusion with the tree?,

those were my speculative metaphysical questions of which I felt quite proud.

IDIOT, you are an idiot, flowers not that gently whispered,

or are you a mollah ruling in Teheran perhaps?

You are not able to see that dead bird at your own feet

who fell to nothingness from its now empty nest in the tree.

Both are mourning in common empathy

while you choose to imitate one of god’s many profiles,

oh you pathetic little snob!

I looked to the sky hoping on some rain

but none came to my rescue.

Guido Vermeulen

July 2012

Between rattlesnakes and nighthawks

From Rose Becard, USA

Reading your dreams made me re-read mine

Letter and photos from Margaret Founds, USA