|UFOs Are Always Lurking, RTomens, 2018|
Tuesday, 20 February 2018
Monday, 19 February 2018
For too many people concrete is a head trip, which is to say, an intellectual trip, and as such I can look at it and admire it. For most people I know it is a gut experience.
- BP Nichol, 1970
Perhaps by 1970 concrete poetry's legs were tiring. After the big bang of the 50s and the boom in the 60s it seemed to be a debatable genre, as all art movements are in time. Innovation gives way to imitation, yet variations on early forms cannot be dismissed except by weary seen-it-all-before cynics. There may be limitations regarding what can be done with text when it comes to structural forms, yet the permutations within any one form is endless. 'Vispo' is a more commonly-used term these days, although the 2015 anthology, The New Concrete: Visual Poetry in the 21st Century, had it's cake and ate it, title-wise.
Nichol rightly points to the intellectual aspect of concrete poetry. For some it is an exercise in the theoretical exploration of words and their 'meaning'. Critics have written from a university thesis standpoint in order to mine the potential meanings of the meta-text, linguistic philosophy, visual representation etc.
For me, it is a 'gut experience' first and foremost, which is not so say that there aren't sometimes thoughts regarding meaning behind the process. It will depend on the content as much as the form. I prefer to leave it to the viewer to apply their own 'meanings' to my work. These pieces were created using the twofold process of digital and print. Thanks for visiting.
Labels: Concrete Poetry
Friday, 16 February 2018
Of life of art.
intimate with itself.
Forming language written into every sentence
translated - read relics.
To be language
be carved in life itself.
Out of ignorant breath once more
all human is fundamentally word.
Sentences of life
Be language -
read any art.
Forming grammatically human
written word once more intimate.
Wednesday, 14 February 2018
Tuesday, 13 February 2018
Art books were manageable. You flicked through, perhaps from front to back, or random page to back (or front).
Today the internet is an endless art book with no beginning and no end.
This should be pleasurable.
But after a while it gets a bit much.
Move to your mind /// creepin' up…………..you should shit.
Dont hesitate, don't pet me if you can / Don't care - unwind lay down..................
Chattin in a hurry –
Know you’re not kind of street (oh please)
Let’s keep it calm /
I waste you - got a masterplan - I'll make bullets - I'm a problem
Socialise in Hackney puffin' waste
Sit around /////
My name is big up - If you want beef - you'll get a rudeboy.
I blaze my slang - I waste you - collapse leave crew and bang
Remove your lip //
Got a temper, don't want beef today /
Digits'll leave you stiff dazed and damp
I slam my fingers - listen to time…
Bad boy neighbourhood keep creep crawlin'… metal me never talk bad words…
Monday, 12 February 2018
Saturday, 10 February 2018
Three prints as part of the Fahrenheit 451 series. Each is 19.5 x 25cm. There are different prints on the reverse of each since they were originally intended to be part of a booklet. The source is original photography. They are for sale so if you're interested please email me at firstname.lastname@example.org. Scans of the other two would be sent to prospective buyers. I'm open to offers regarding the cost of either one or all three.
Friday, 9 February 2018
On pages burning
The great world want letters - the web possible tones - the thoughts - all live the loss - their connections - I who fiction books - I of bone paper strength want titles names subject threaded - books all formed country and love And physical famous characters interwoven - read by words - mental formed physical bonds - stories on pages burning live all the sentences...