The book of Ann is the 12th FRIOUR project.

Who is Ann? For me she is a real person.
For you she's a mythical femail.

Let's construct together the book of Ann!

How does she feel? How does she thinks? How does she act? Is she a rebel? Is she a mother? Is she the salt of the earth?

Free size and medium. Text and poems are also welcome. Deadline for contributions is 31 December 2011.
All the contributions will be united in a time capsule.
Documentation on this blog.
Unfriendly femail mail art will be banned.

Mail address: The book of Ann, c/o Guido Vermeulen, Thomas Vinçottestreet 81, B-1030 Brussels, Belgium

Email: signsstones@yahoo.com

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maandag 8 augustus 2011

ANN, let us play like children to the rhythm of the rain

The Thunderstorm

this is how i speak when my soul pulsates,
the long curtains tear, reveal my nakedness,
not outdoors, nor in - but at the borderline,
waiting for you to embrace me.

this desolation gets renewed and all is serenity,
but the grain of sand within my shoe persists,
gnawing at my nervous system, grating at my mind,
i will never love you, not totally,
for the biting at my soul insanifies me.

remember the soft lights and simple melodies of old?
when all our words rolled smoothly off the tongue?
neither do i, because they never did exist,
not within reality, but mayhap we perceived them.

i dream of you, in calm unfettered ecstasy,
what i find when i awaken is an oddity,
exquisitely crafted upon a subway napkin,
your mundane suggestions and apologetic farewell.

let me wipe my tears upon your hair,
materialize, ghost of my misfortune,
we will dance beneath the deepest shade of storm clouds,
we'll play like children to the rhythm of the rain.


© poem by Superhero, USA

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