Collage and asemics by Guido Vermeulen, Belgium
vrijdag 30 september 2011
ANN and the sea
From Wilma Duguay, Canada: a poem by John Masefield and art by Tiziana Baracchi (Italy) and Igor Bartolec (Serbia)
ANN's name is not Ann
From Jim Santamour, USA
Love this piece!
L let Jim explain himself:
"This is a print of a photogaph my great grand father took in the Philippines around 1900-1910. He was with the US army during its occupation after the Spanish-American war. I don't really know if her name was Ann but I know that missionaries often changed poeples names! My father's mother was an American Indian, who was baptized by French nuns in Québec and the nuns changed her name into a "christian" one"
A bit similar Jim to the story of African Americans whose names came from their slave masters. That's why Malcolm called himself "X", he refused the imposed slave name heritage.
woensdag 28 september 2011
woensdag 21 september 2011
ANSOMNIA
Contribution from Yulia Galimova, Ukraine; title was on the envelope, loved this, how true! Merci Julia (Romeo)
dinsdag 20 september 2011
ANN, this is only a fragment of Braincell 798
From Ryosuke Cohen, Japan
Followed by an add and pass from Cohen & I to John Evans in New York
maandag 19 september 2011
vrijdag 16 september 2011
Ann, A Muse Is Someone You Speak To When They're Not Present
letters begun;
letters abandoned;
the voice inside my lungs
unspoken;
many words unpassed
from lips unparted;
the voice inside my mouth
unspoken;
language clusters
crystallized;
the voice inside my mind
shares every word
with you.
letters abandoned;
the voice inside my lungs
unspoken;
many words unpassed
from lips unparted;
the voice inside my mouth
unspoken;
language clusters
crystallized;
the voice inside my mind
shares every word
with you.
ANN, remember now !!!
SHE REMEMBERS NOW
Arguments in the distance.
Books piled high in his study
and the postman delivering more.
He always wanted more time
and there was never enough of it,
never would be again.
The endless loop of her sister
cycling in the close and
the drums echoing next door.
She remembers planning
how to remember, what
she might save from now for then,
remembers realising she does not
want to be here in this place
where they have chosen to live.
She would rather be at home
but this is her home, the now
and the when and the why.
It was nearly a revelation.
© Rupert M Loydell, UK
http://www.shearsman.com/pages/books/catalog/2011/loydellWild.html
Arguments in the distance.
Books piled high in his study
and the postman delivering more.
He always wanted more time
and there was never enough of it,
never would be again.
The endless loop of her sister
cycling in the close and
the drums echoing next door.
She remembers planning
how to remember, what
she might save from now for then,
remembers realising she does not
want to be here in this place
where they have chosen to live.
She would rather be at home
but this is her home, the now
and the when and the why.
It was nearly a revelation.
© Rupert M Loydell, UK
http://www.shearsman.com/pages/books/catalog/2011/loydellWild.html
Ann, are you a digital girl?
patterns manifest and encapsulated in the TCP/IP
data flow; siphon me into you.
barriers don't break or bend; the walls do not exist;
direct-link communication between two lovers,
ping. ping.
distance closed, encroached upon; approaching zero,
and the rattle and hum of our network traffic;
the mind's made up of you inside me inside you inside me inside you inside me;
inodes placed you there, and you cannot escape
magnetic pull and push; swapping spit and bits,
microtechnological sexual appeal, love comes
in waves and bursts, across an LCD; virtual.
and the rattle and hum of our network traffic;
the mind's made up of you inside me inside you inside me inside you inside me;
inodes placed you there, and you cannot escape
magnetic pull and push; swapping spit and bits,
microtechnological sexual appeal, love comes
in waves and bursts, across an LCD; virtual.
art by Lemons Don't Make Lemonade
poetry by i'm a superhero i can like fly and shit.
donderdag 15 september 2011
woensdag 14 september 2011
Ann, There's Platypusses on the Stage!
Enraptured and salted, to taste;
Electrified; perspiring automatronic sky;
Dreamed with a mask of antibodies
And coils of flame
And duck-billed rock stars.
This is what we pretend to be,
Beneath the sheets;
You & me.
Electrified; perspiring automatronic sky;
Dreamed with a mask of antibodies
And coils of flame
And duck-billed rock stars.
This is what we pretend to be,
Beneath the sheets;
You & me.
dinsdag 13 september 2011
ANN, this is Lily and her cat by Sabrina
Drawing by Sabrina, Belgium, a 4 year old girl, during a visit to the doctor.
The mother was reading on her I-PAD, her 2 daughters were making drawings "for the doctor", we started talking and the youngest (Sabrina) exchanged this drawing for one I did ( of a cat with a bird in her tummy, her head in the clouds and her legs in the earth next to a plant).
maandag 12 september 2011
ANN, another invite to an exhibition
From Jürgen Olbrich, Berty Skuber & Rod Summers (Germany - The Netherlands)
Exhibition in Venice, Italy in October 2011
vrijdag 9 september 2011
ANN, in the infinity of life where I am, all is perfect
A new contribution from Karin Greenwood, South Africa
connected with a text full of optimism ending with the line:
"all is well in my world"
donderdag 8 september 2011
ANN, daily ecology from Mark for Rosa
Triptych by Superhero, USA (my brother is crazy about this work!)
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